#pittmngr

[yoursdndispatcher]

pittmngr asked: ❝ sometimes, i just need the world to be beautiful. i know how dark and ugly it can be but i just want to see something good and focus only on it for a few minutes. ❞

@pittmngr

The words strike a knell deep in Robert. It's low and cancerous and deep... He couldn't claw it out if he tried. Maybe that's not the point. He let's himself sit with that twinge of pain as he looks at the man and studies him in the long, gloaming light; one of the many things he's grudgingly come to ... enjoy about staying here.... This latitude makes for some long and pensive dusks... He looks good in it, painted in blues and greys. "I got an idea... Come with?" he asks, reaching for Robinavitch's hand.

[pittheretic]

she's distracted when she takes the case as it's brought in. "thirty-five year old male, complaining of chest pains, tachycardic en route, but he's stabilizing. all other vitals are normal." the medics rapid fire as they move through the ed and into one of the rooms. "okay on my count," evvie nods to the nurses and medics assisting her, "one, two, three." they move the patient to the bed and evvie moves aside while perlah gets him hooked up and they begin their initial assessments. she doesn't notice the scent that should put her on edge.

thirty minutes later she gets word that the patient has woken up so evvie ducks back into the room, announcing her presence. what she's not expecting is to immediately be punched in the face. her ears start ringing the second she stumbles then the scent hits her. fuck it's a fucking hunter. it's not the first time, it won't be the last and she knows it. she barely gets her bearings before the hunter's knee connects with her stomach before a hand is in her hair pulling her up and pinning her to the wall. she flicks her wrist, throwing the chair that's in the room against the window to draw attention. "really?!" the hunter yells when it connects, cracking the glass but not breaking it.

evvie pushes the hunter off her now that he's distracted and he stumbles into the bed, but as she makes her way to the door, she hears him getting back up and moving across the room. she turns, ready to react but the blade sinks into her shoulder and he pins her to the wall again. she doesn't know what to do, she feels the burning, smells it. "FUCK!" she yells out. well this hunter was smarter than the last and actually had white oak. she slides to the floor, her eyes trying to stay focused as the poison works quickly. she reaches up to try to get the blade out of her shoulder but the hunter kicks her hand away before pushing the blade deeper into her shoulder as she screams in pain again.

please for the love of god someone find me.

@pittmngr // love it here

[nightshiftmedic]

starter for @pittmngr

" Unit 12 -- Report in. Motor vehicle collision. Motorcycle down. Possible severe trauma. Corner of Grant and 9th. "

+. The rain had stopped by the time that he parked the ambulance amidst the other flashing blue-red lights -- giving little time to get acquainted with the other first-responders called to the scene.

A silent pressure of moving quickly was enough to help him ignore the dull pain surging through the joints as he pulled his act together -- there was someone out there that needed his help more than Chiaki needed a break.

The very moment the paramedic stepped out to the scene, the overwhelming smell of wet asphalt and gasoline hung over the air like a veil. With his tools and gear in hand, Chiaki elbowed through the crowd of people that had begun gathering around the area of the accident.

Indeed, there it was. A turned-over, broken motorcycle, an injured man on the ground -- who appeared conscious. For now. And while another man was trying to haul him up, Chiaki was quick to order him back down.

"Please -- Step back. We can take care of this from here."

A necessary evil to push curious bystanders away -- but how else would he be able to work in peace? His black orbs traveled back to the injured man in question. Stepping a little closer, about to introduce himself --- when suddenly...Chiaki recognized him.

"...D-Dr. Robinavitch ---?" .+

[pittresilience]

continued from here {x}

Jack lets out a quiet huff at that, shaking his head as his hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck—very deliberately not touching the mark itself.

“Oh, I’m aware,” he mutters, dry, though there’s no real bite behind it. His eyes flick up to Robby, catching that grin, and something in his expression shifts—half warning, half amused despite himself. “You’re already pushing your luck with what you got away with.”

He shifts his weight slightly, leaning a fraction closer like he’s not entirely backing down from the challenge. “Some of us have to actually function in public, you know,” Jack adds, quieter now, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t exactly walk into trauma bay looking like I lost a fight with a vampire.”

A small pause, then his gaze lingers just a second longer, more deliberate now. “Besides,” he adds, tone dropping just slightly, “you keep getting that bold, I might start returning the favor somewhere you can’t hide it either.

@pittmngr

[odditymuse]

robby robinavitch ꒰ @pittmngr ꒱ sent : ⤷ [ mirror ] our muses have sex in front of a mirror

It started the way their free days together always started — calm, easy. Hours Jack got to spend with the other doctor without a care in the world, for once. Always at Jack's place because his loft was bigger, had the ' better tv '. Jack always snorted at that, at the fact Robby liked to actually waste his nights scouring the cable selection Jack had. It was a little amusing. Sometimes, their nights stayed like that. Peaceful and wholesome. However, more often than not. . .

You had things taking a turn like they had tonight. Mainly because Jack had a plan for them. Had this plan for weeks in advance that called for a nice new purchase of a full length mirror he was able to set up in his room like it belonged there. Nothing out of the ordinary until things between them had heated up. Until clothing came off, until Jack was getting the prettiest sounds out of Robby while he let his hands wander that soft body. It was easy enough to get the other soothed, feeling good. Sat behind Robby on the bed, on his knees, with Robby pressed back to his front. It was more than easy for the other to feel just how eager Jack was to have the night continue. . . however. His plan. That. A hum as Jack's hands trailed from Robby's bare hips, up his waist. Squeezed the softness of tissue there, tugged Robby back a bit more into him, just to be even closer. " Don't kill me — " For dragging things out, for not getting to the point of the night. All of it. Jack nosed at the back of Robby's neck then, kissed over the warm skin. " But I have an idea for the night you might just hate me for. "

[feilien]

{♚ x @pittmngr x}

 Well, shit. The one thing he'd been so worried about had finally happened, hadn't it? They'd finally found him, despite him fleeing across several states, leaving behind his name and whatever other identifying information they could potentially use to track him. He should've been ready, should've been prepared, and yet they'd somehow managed to catch him off-guard. The fight that had ensued was a vicious one and although Matt held his own for quite some time, he was outnumbered in the end. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened, only the sudden pain, then some more, and more. 

 They'd retreated after that, no doubt convinced he was as good as dead. And for a moment, Matt believed it, too. Hell, maybe it would've been for the best. After all, what kind of life was he even living? On the run, belonging nowhere, scared and paranoid all the time. But something inside of him refused to give up. So he dragged himself outside, onto the busy sidewalk where he finally collapsed.

 Everything after that was a blur. He remembered hearing voices all around him, then being hoisted onto something. More voices, organized this time. Blinding light from overhead, questions being asked. He couldn't answer them, or maybe he didn't want to. Whatever. Then he was being moved, and the surroundings changed. Someone else was by his side, too. Someone he didn't recognize ( that was a good thing, right? ). Fuck, everything hurt. "Where am I?"

[monenblogi]

❝ please stay. i don’t think i can be alone tonight. ❞ - @pittmngr

Maybe the day had been tallying up to this, maybe it was the little things that Jack had been noting. Maybe he should just be thankful Robby had said anything in the first place. 

... And maybe he should kick himself just a little over being relieved. This wasn’t about him. 

“--Well, Shen owes me for covering last week anyways.” Jacket immediately back on the hook, phone in one hand already firing off a quick notice to Lena. Nothing explicit that Robby wouldn’t want the rest of the ED knowing, but enough for her to know that it was necessary but to still call him if anything came up. 

God willing it didn’t, but all the wild shit just loved to happen at 3am... 

“Y’ said something about a new show, yeah?” Not addressing the elephant in the room was always a safe bet, let Robby broach when he felt ready. Moving over, he let a hand splay flat against a shoulder to gently usher Robby forward to the couch. 

“C’mon. Talk to me all night if you wanna.” 

[ncverdie]

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~ ' I assure you, love. I'll be just fine...barely a flesh wound. '

It had been a WHILE since he had woken up on a gurney. Longer still since he had woken up on a gurney in an ACTUAL bloody hospital...and not a looney bin run by crazies who occasionally handcuff you to an overhead section of piping and give your ribs a good tickle. With batons.

John sat up, BRUSHING off the nurse's hands as she tried to push him back down with concern that was actually touching. Getting his feet under him and feeling the world TILT on it's axis slightly. He must have given his head a pretty good clout falling out of that window. Definitely took some of the glass with him.

He's deal with that later...with some TWEEZERS, a stapler and a large bottle of WHISKEY.

Gods he hated the smell of hospitals. Clinical and cold. Stinking of antiseptic, bleach and desperation. Ugh. John felt shiver run through him that only PARTLY had something to do with the BLOOD LOSS and headwound. John trying to wrangle himself away from the very determined woman trying to herd him back onto the bed.

Righty, time to get out of here....where the fuck was his bloody coat?

' Listen, pigeon....uh....how 'bout you go grab me my coat and I'll be on my way. ' ~