#pittvet

[stvampyr]

@pittvet said: [ TXT ] : i can't sleep. (for robby)

[TEXT: ABBOT] good to know that you aren't actually a medical marvel and that those night shifts are finally catching up to you [TEXT: ABBOT] okay, jokes aside, are you okay, man?

[w4rfared]

it's late. tally's alone, john's away, and she really really doesn't want to call an ambulance for something like this. so, she does the next best thing. bundled up in her pyjamas, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders to stave off the chill that has her shivering despite the summer heat, she trudges over across the lawn to jack's door. her temperature is high enough that she knows she should be worried - her mother is a nurse, she knows what to look for, but all of this just feels so silly in the moment. when the door opens, tally waves weakly. " hi, @pittvet. i really don't feel good. "

[fcrthestars]

"This is ridiculous," Samira says with a frown.

She certainly feels ridiculous. She feels like a bobble head with a helmet on her head. With elbow pads and knee pads, too. It's been years since she's had cause to wear anything like this, adding to the feeling the of strangeness.

Looking around them, she adds, "I can't believe so many people have free time on a Monday." Her schedule is unpredictable, so it isn't unusual for Samira to be off during the week and wondering what all these other people are doing in the middle of the day, but it's the first Monday off she's had in a long while.

And she normally isn't at a park. She normally isn't balanced on top of a skateboard, clutching onto Abbot's hands.

Samira glances over to the small paved hump and then back to Abbot. "You're not getting me on that." // @pittvet

[broughtpeace]

(definitely anonymous) you are truly like THE dana evans to me. you have such a phenomenal grasp on the character it's unreal. and i'm especially blown away by the headcanons and depth you add to dana's character through them. it's such a delight to be able to interact with you both ic and ooc. so incredibly glad that we became mutuals back when i made my blog march.

“anonymous” opinions

[pittbroke]

" i figured you wouldn't have much time to cook, what with the baby and all. so i decided i'd bring a lasagna and some groceries over to you, and i can keep an eye on the little one while you take a nice hot shower and eat your dinner in peace! "

well,  jack  is  half  -  correct  in  that  assumption.  incorrectly,  however,  does  he  assume  that  robby  ever  cooked  for  himself  to  begin  with.  before  the  baby  came  along,  he  lived  on  a  steady  diet  of  coffee  and  energy  bars.  there's  probably  something  to  be  said  about  that  being  a  subconscious  attempt  to  make  himself  suffer,  but  that's  beside  the  point.  since  baby  jane  doe  came  home  with  him,  though,  he's  had  less  time  than  usual  for  basic  necessities.  jack  is  a  godsend.

"fuck,  i  don't  think  i've  ever  been  happier  to  see  you."  he  sighs  out  in  lieu  of  a  greeting,  absentmindedly  bouncing  a  fussy  little  infant  against  his  chest.  t  -  shirt  is  stained  with  drool,  snot,  and  spit  up:  the  unholy  trinity.  sleepy  smile  tugs  at  his  lips,  and  he  steps  aside  to  gladly  welcome  his  buddy  into  his  apartment,  which  definitely  looks  like  a  tornado  ran  through  it.

one  arm  outstretches,  and  robby  engulfs  the  other  man  in  a  single  -  armed  embrace.  head  bumps  lightly  against  jack's.  "somebody's  in  a  piss  poor  mood  today  and  it  isn't  me."  he  reports,  pulling  back  slightly  to  peer  down  at  the  little  one  in  his  arms.  "isn't  that  right,  miss  eva?  huh?  you  wanna  say  hi  to  jack?"  no,  she  really  doesn't.  it's  nothing  personal,  really.  in  baby  land,  where  it's  me,  me,  me  twenty  -  four  hours  a  day,  things  rarely  are  personal  for  the  caregiver.  he's  learned  that  the  hard  way,  kept  up  with  fatherly  guilt  and  agonizing  over  things  the  baby  doesn't  give  two  shits  about.

[s4nsfrontieres]

from what i've seen, you've got a firm grasp on baran's voice. to me, there's such a strong similarity to the actual cadence of how sepideh speaks in the written dialogues in particular. but i think you've also got a great look into the internal dialogues as well. very excited to see more of you on the dash, and i can't wait to get power back after these thunderstorms blow over so i can actually write with you.

thank you so much! I'm obviously still getting to grips with her, but her voice is very important to me since it feels so specific, and it's the thing I've been trying to get down first and foremost. looking forward to writing more and plotting with you! 💕

[s4nsfrontieres]

@pittvet asked: how much of that did you see?

" enough to know that injury should have been documented, " baran offered, through a pinched smile, though she knew better than to force her hand further.

it'd been a quick flash amidst a barrage of chest tubes and blood, saline and the overpungent smell of newly bleached floors: a swatch of gauze and clean dressing patched over some unseen wound at his shoulder blade that she hadn't seen a patient passport or chart for. maybe it was just some innocuous oversight, or maybe it wasn't — but that was where she let her less than subtle suggestion die.

" impressive, by the way. not a lot of physicians are pushing for extracurricular work. "

[legacieas]

✱ 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱‚   @pittvet :   “ would you sit and keep me company? ” ( jack abbot ) —   flick’s long lost inbox prompt.

samira looked up from the vending machine, the granola bar she’d just bought forgotten in her hand as jack’s voice stopped her in the hallway. she glanced at the clock out of habit, then back at him. he looked exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that no amount of coffee or adrenaline could fix, and for the first time all day, there wasn’t a patient demanding his attention or a pager pulling him in another direction. without making a joke about it, she walked over and slid into the seat beside him against the wall, stretching her legs out in front of her. “ rough one? ” she asked quietly, even though she already knew the answer. after a beat, she offered him the granola bar with a faint smile. “ i was going to pretend this counted as dinner, but i think you need it more than i do. ” she settled back against the wall, shoulder brushing his. “ we don’t have to talk, ” she added softly. “ sometimes it’s just nice knowing someone else made it through the day too. when do you get off? ”