#pittprodigy

[fcrthestars]

Okay. Someone doesn’t like the classics. // @pittprodigy

"That's not true," Mel is quick to defend, chin pushing back in surprise. "I like plenty of movies that could be considered classics. There's It Happened on Fifth Avenue, which we watch every year around Christmas time." Although, unlike Elf, it's not a holiday movie that gets year-round playtime. "And there's Singing in the Rain, Jaws, The Princess Bride, Back to the Future, and When Harry Met Sally." She rattles off, picking up speed.

Mel could easily list off a dozen more movies, especially romantic comedies. She loves the tearful, heartfelt 'I love you's, the toe curling sweet first kisses, and waits, no matter how often she's watched a particular movie, with a bated breath as the characters run to each other to reunite at the end of the movie.

"But When You Were Sleeping," Mel shakes her head. "I can never make sense of that one. And I know romantic comedies as genre have some oddities, but isn't it creepy?"

[pitthaunted]

loc. ED | circa 2026 | plotted starter with @pittprodigy

This was not a night to be injured, it was one of her bigger weekend and she could feel the money get away from her with each drop of blood that she felt trickling down her arm. The fact that she had cut herself on a stupid fucking thing to get out of her living hole was a scam.

While she was more tame with senior doctors and some nurses because they put her in check and she knew not to mess with, when she was angry and slightly under the influence like now, she could be quite the impossible patient.

She glanced at a girl, must have been her age or a bit younger or older being talked to by Doctor Abbot. "Are you just going to fucking stand there or close this....for fuck sake." he barked at both of them. "I'm fine being a fucking guinea pig for miss perfect but do I also have to jerk someone off here to get some care..." He sniffled , her nervous chaotic behavior alerting nearby staff and security. Abbot put a hand out. He knew her, knew she always was like a wounded animal.

"Fucking finally...I don't bite..." he leaned towards the girl. "hard." then made a biting motion before giggling to herself. Her eyes went on Abbot. "I'll bee nice to your chickling don't worry... Doctor Abbot. All nice and sweet..." ...Probably until she started cleaning the wound.

[pittvet]

@pittprodigy birthday gal

he's not often one to make a big deal of birthdays, given his dislike of celebrations for his own. word gets around though, even to night shift attendings. and a milestone birthday shouldn't go entirely unacknowledged, in his opinion. it'd been short notice, the signed conversation between him and princess last shift change, but jack is reasonably confident that the hastily gathered present will be well received.

a nondescript canvas bag that won't draw too much attention, one of many he puts his groceries in. nestled at the bottom, in a container, a dozen assorted cupcakes. six vanilla and six chocolate, all with lavender colored frosting. a smaller bag containing some hand lotions, hair ties, a pack of nice pens that he almost kept for himself, a pocket sized notepad, and a small envelope with two hundred dollars tucked into it. and a nice insulated travel mug for coffee, or whatever victoria decides to fill it with.

"happy birthday, victoria." the words are casual, softly spoken, as jack extends the bag towards her. "don't let anyone see the container in the bottom. those are for you."

[pittmash]

loc. ED - night shift | circa 2026| sent by @pittprodigy

From all the cupcakes Ally was baking, did he recycle one to make this a bit more special for the young woman in front of him. He may have. Javadi was a bright mind, had a family name attached to her, but tried to make her own path. Despite being far more cut dry and high standard than Robby, he cared about those under his tutelage on a human level. A sane mind brought a sane shift and a shield to withstand whatever came through these doors. Was he doing the same, well, he was a better preacher and even a better sinner.

It was her second night shift, first one had been done with someone she know new, Ellis who did still have some night shifts left to pick before her definite switch to day. Through the grapevines he had found out that it was her birthday. Well grapevines, he had clocked it a year prior, when she had stated that she could not legally drink. That night, she had eared his respect for her baptism through fire. Not talked enough if you asked Jack.

"Happy birthday, Doctor Javadi. Make a wish " he held the cupcake with a candle in front of her and waited for her to blow it and make a wish. "Hope you get what you wished for. You're free to eat it while we do hand overs. Tonight you shadow me, I'm not as trendy or classy as Ellis but I'm sure we'll have some fun.Maybe even find something for your tik tok, right Dr J ? " he flawlessly switched to a conversation that was naturally nurturing but professional. Yes he knew her parents, but they did not matter to him. "Also if Mateo insists on inviting you out, let me know."

[ wish ] sender makes receiver blow out their candles and make a wish [ birthday prompts]

[fcrthestars]

a brewery patio strung with cheap lights. // @pittprodigy

The beer by her hand is half drunk and already warm like the summer night around them. Samira's spent the night unhurried, floating from conversations with the other residents crowding the porch and silence whenever left alone. It's a welcome change of pace from the go, go, go the emergency department demands of them.

"You know," she says, glancing over at Victoria. "I keep forgetting you're a med student. Seems like I'm not the only one if you got invited to a resident's only dinner. You've really been holding your own."

[fcrthestars]

sender snaps a candid photo with receiver when they aren't paying attention. // @pittprodigy

Robby blinks, head rearing back slightly, at the phone suddenly shoved right in front of his face. Gently, he reaches out to steady Victoria's wrist.

"Oh," he's rendered speechless, surprised by the sweet candid. By Rebecca's wide, gummy smile and crinkly eyes, her hands clasped together. By his own expression, similar if not quite as expressive.

"Thank you, Victoria," Robby tells her earnestly. "Can you send me a copy?"

[livesaved]

[ TXT ] : i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up? / from victoria @pittprodigy

@pittprodigy ; 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE )

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