#pittcynical

[equallibrium]

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He doesn't mean to stare. Lingering, hanging back. Watching as Robby moves around the space. It's obvious, though; that anticipation, that waiting, as he anticipates when the man is going to blow up next. Anxiety flickering and chafing against his desire to seek out praise, and it is... leaving him wrong footed.

[pittsass]

@pittcynical admitted with: 🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

"I swear to god Robby you're as twitchy as my 12 year old." She shakes her head as works to repair the cut on his forearm. New interns with scalpels was proving to be more dangerous than ever before. She'd already numbed, clean and drew blood like they needed too but now she needed him to sit still which was apparently nearly fucking impossible. He was always moving and for once he was forced to sit and wait.

"Two more then you can go back to lurking.

injury / injured prompts

[murkyhazed]

LIKED : svu muses starter call / @pittcynical

featuring: olivia and robby

               the   wait   times   in   the   ER   can   be   insane.      olivia   hates   being   stuck   in   the   waiting   room,   all   of   the   germs   surrounding   her   already   sick   child.      noah   has   been   throwing   up   for   three   days   straight,   and   she   finally   decided   it   was   worth   the   visit.      she   had   thought   maybe   food   poisoning   somehow,   but   it   was   still   happening   and   her   poor   boy   couldn’t   keep   anything   down.      he   could   barely   even   keep   water   down,   which   was   extremely   concerning   to   her.      he   was   currently   resting   his   head   against   her   shoulder,   dozing   off   as   she   stroked   his   curls.      she   sighs,   glancing   at   her   watch   and   seeing   that   this   is   hour   five   of   waiting.      they   take   cases   based   on   severity,   she   knows   this,   and   new   york   with   it’s   crime?      there   were   a   lot   of   emergencies   that   required   immediate   admittance,   leaving   those   with   less   symptomatic   emergencies   waiting   for   hours.      she   sees   him   entering   the   waiting   room,   and   she   can   tell   that   robby   is   exhausted   already.      she   offers   him   a   small   smile   when   he   approaches.      ❝   suppose   you’re   coming   out   here   to   tell   me   it’ll   still   be   a   while.   ❞      she   can’t   and   shouldn’t   get   special   treatment   just   because   she’s   an   NYPD   captain   and   she’s   seeing   the   chief   attending.      ❝   you   look   almost   as   exhausted   as   him.   ❞

[formulated-lie]

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"Your predecessor and I had an arrangement. You keep the boring cases down here, and I get to cherry pick which lucky lucky dying person gets to come upstairs to my domain."

"It's a very delicate ecosystem that you are ruining by shoving all your cases in my inbox."

[pittsass]

@pittcynical admitted with: " how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

"Hello to you too." She sighed, it was weird being on this side of things. At least they'd gotten her a spot in central so they could keep an eye on her but also meant the door was closed most of the time. She couldn't avoid the question as much as she wanted to.

Cassie had been at work just over an hour when she got dizzy and collapsed. Very professional. She thought about the question and sighed, "Uh started feeling a little weird last night, felt fine until an hour ago. Before...." She made the sound of a falling tree. "Ya know..."

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

[murkyhazed]

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               olivia   knew   that   his   shift   was   coming   to   an   end,   and   that’s   why   she   was   stood   in   the   lot.      she   was   waiting   for   him,   under   the   guise   of   professional   business,   but   there   was   something   else   inspiring   her   late   night   visit.      she   leans   against   her   SUV,   going   through   emails   until   she   hears   footsteps   coming   her   way.      lifting   her   head   she   sees   him   making   his   way   over.      she’d   purposely   parked   next   to   his   truck,   knowing   that   she’d   meet   up   with   him   eventually   once   the   shift   change   is   over   and   he’s   free   at   last.

               ❝   small   world   running   into   you.   ❞      the   captain   teases,   clicking   the   lock   button   on   her   phone   and   storing   it   back   in   her   purse.      ❝   hope   the   day   wasn’t   too   hard.   ❞      it’s   friendly   chit   chat   before   she   gets   to   the   point   of   her   visit.      well,   the   first   point   of   her   visit.      the   professional   part.      ❝   i   need   a   favor,   michael.   ❞      it’s   easy   to   breeze   past   this   part.      olivia   does   it   all   the   time.      ❝   i   was   hoping   you   would   take   the   stand   and   testify   to   the   injuries   bethany   faced   and   give   your   medical   opinion   on   how   they   couldn’t   be   accidental.      it   would   really   help   the   jury   see   when   this   goes   to   court.   ❞      now   for   the   true   meaning   to   her   visit,   because   all   of   this   could   have   easily   been   a   text   or   an   email.      hell,   technically   carisi   is   the   one   who   should   be   asking   since   he’s   the   ADA,   but   olivia   insisted   because   she   had   other   plans   in   mind.      ❝   and   to   repay   that   favor…      i   could   buy   you   a   drink.      i’m   free   right   now   if   you   are.   ❞

[infirmierenolan]

@pittcynical ; random one-liner!

❝ i'm sorry i didn't come sooner. ❞

[scribedhorror]

@pittcynical || x

At first, he had tried showing Robby how much he wanted to be there for him. How much he wanted all of whatever it was that the older man was holding back for fear of... something. None of that had worked up until this moment. And he knew — he knew — that being cared for was something that Robby wanted and needed. Everyone needed it. Why not let it be him?

And so he finally just came out at said it. Point blank. No room for questioning things or confusion. Bill could be brave enough for them both. Thankfully, it didn't seem like the Chief Attending was all that against the idea.

"Well, a lot of my patients have TBIs or have had something completely life-altering happen to them. I'm used to them hating me at least a little— At least I know you don't hate me," he replied warmly, fingers reaching out to touch. To hold. If he felt like he needed the contact to keep himself grounded, he figured that Michael might too. "I'm happy to walk you through it. You know; see one, do one, teach one," Billy teased as he stepped closer, wanting to be in the taller man's space. Close. It was all part of taking care of him. Definitely not selfish at all.

"Maybe we can start by you letting me cook for you? I'm pretty good at it," he suggested with a smile, chin tilting upwards to press a kiss to his bearded jaw. "And letting me clean up after, too. And maybe we can talk about what's got you looking so sad lately." The last part was stated softly, almost murmured as if he was afraid it would scare Michael away. "I promise I'm not gonna go anywhere."