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"when nature sleeps, she dreams." 🌿☀️
day 1 of pitt yuri week !!! 🍓
did a lil barantos for the lazy morning prompt. Gonna be so honest the rest of the prompts aren't gonna have as much detail as this one because i ran out of prep time. hope it came out decent, never rendered like this before. 😭
this song has nothing to do with this i just thought it was cute and you know me and music
@pitt-yuri-week
The Sun Behind My Eyelids by RosewoodLibrary
Ao3 Link
When Trinity woke the next morning, she expected a Lazy Morning filled with domesticity. She got that, but she also got some things she didn’t ask for….
Pitt Yuri Week Day One: Lazy Morning @pitt-yuri-week
The Pitt Joy x Emma
The Worst Day of Joy Kwon's Life
--Hi! One of my first fanfics :`) so be nice. I was inspired by Pitt Yuri Week Day1 "Medical emergency/sick fic + Secret relationship". I'll put it up on ao3 soon but for now. The one where Joy and Emma are secretly dating. --
The Worst Day of Joy Kwon’s Life
Chapter 1/3
7:00 am PTMC
Joy walks into the ED at 7:00am, on the dot. She is always punctual, never late, never early. She passes Dr. Al Hashimi, coffee in hand, deep in- what seems to be in an even deeper conversation about patient rights with Samira.
I want no part in that Joy thinks and heads towards the main station. She passes Mckay who is inevitably muttering something about the new patient load the new attending implemented.
The double doors blow open. Dana is already wired up, guiding the EMTs to Trauma 4. An older man lays in the stretcher, barely breathing. He looks exactly like her grandfather, and Joy heads the opposite way.
10 more months and I’ll be out of here. Joy glances at her watch.
7:10am… She should be here.
“Joy. Ogilvie. Join Samira in 3.”
Mateo is above the patient, setting up her IV as Samira runs through the routine questions.
Mateo? He works the night shift, he should be gone by now.
Samira smiles, “Nice of you two to join us I could use the help… Ms. Walred here…”
Where is she?
“… Joy? What’s the differential diagnosis?” Samira asks.
“Appendicitis, Ovarian cysts, UTI. Duh” Joy responds, snapping out of her head.
Samira smiles, “Exactly”.
Joy steps out of the room and locks eyes with Dana.
“You need something kid?” Dana asks.
“No..Yeah…Umm..Well I noticed Emma hasn’t come in yet” Joy rambles. It’s weird, even for her, because she always has it together. Something doesn’t feel right.
“Oh you haven’t heard, she had an emergency and called out. Mateo’s pulling a double.” Dana says.
Joy feels her stomach drop. Her breath quickens. Her chest feels tight. She walks to the bathroom, finds the first open stall, and pulls out her phone.
No New Notifications
Joy opens her messages and begins to type.
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Em<3
7:34am
Where are you?
Is everything okay?
Dana said you had an emergency?
I’m worried
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Joy receives an incoming call from an unknown number. She answers.. “Hello?”
An unfamiliar voice begins to speak, “She told us to call you, Emma’s been in an..”
Santos busts through the bathroom door.
She mumbles, “Fucking Huckleberry” She turns the sink on.
Joy sinks, somehow even deeper, into the toilet. She begins to breathe heavier. Her breaths echoing the metal stalls. “.. a what.. hello sir??” The call disconnects.
The bathroom never has good signal.
Joy looks forward and sees Santos’ sneakers stop in front of her stall.
Santos knocks, “you good Joy?”.
Joy pushes through the door. She puts a half smile on to Santos, washes her hands and leaves.
Santos says to an empty bathroom, “Ugh why is everyone being sooo weird today”.
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Joy’s head is spinning. The world is blurry, and she can’t think in all this noise. As Joy is heading to the bay to get some fresh air, she trips over the wheels of a stretcher and plants onto the floor.
The whole department becomes quiet, and they rush towards her.
Joy. Are you okay? What happened?
Joy jumps to her feet.
“I’m fine.”
Dr. Al Hashimi orders her to sit down in a room and sends Princess to check on her.
Princess walks in to see Joy staring at the ground.
Princess says, “Joy, is this because of Emma?”
Joy’s face turns bright red. She looks up and acts confused.
“Emma? What? I just didn’t see the stupid stretcher”
Princess smirks, “You don’t have to lie to me. I know. You know I won 100 dollars in the nurse’s chat. Perlah was convinced it wasn’t true. Don’t worry Dana, and the doctors don’t know.”
Joy’s face is now the reddest it’s ever been, and she can’t make eye contact with Princess.
Princess continues, “She’s going to be fine. The accident wasn’t too bad.”
Joy’s face quickly turns form red to pale,
Her worst fears have become true.
~
Joy knows she shouldn’t do this. She knows she could lose all her hours and have to add another year of med school.
Joy signs into a computer and guides to mouse to the search. Her hands are shaking.
Emma Nolan. D.O.B. 10/08/2001
Fuck HIPAA
Joy pulls up her chart.
Female. 20s. Face: Minor abrasions and cuts, no lacerations requiring sutures. Procedure: Closed reduction and casting of right distal radius fracture. Room 204
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Room 204 8:00am
Joy peeks into the window of room. She sees a man sitting at the side of Emma’s bed.
He looks exactly like the pictures.
The man heads for the door and Joy quickly steps away from the window. She finds an empty room to hide in.
Pfft. I thought they had no rooms up here.
His footsteps fade away,
“I have to go, please call me with any updates. Doctor, take care of my daughter please”, the man’s voice says.
Joy quickly rushes to the room.
Emma lays there, asleep. Joy runs up and stands above her. Her face is cut. Joy reaches for her hand, but notices her arm is in a cast.
“Em?... Emma?”
No response.
Joy’s phone rings. It’s Princess.
“Where are you? They’re looking for you.” “I stepped outside, I’m coming back now”
Joy hangs up. She kisses Emma on the cheek and holds her. Just for a second.
~
ED 9:00am
“It hasn’t been two hours since you’ve started and you’ve fallen, called Ogilive olive oil, and wrote ..”
Dr. Al Hashimi reads off the tablet “…Both breasts are equal and reactive to light.”
Joy wishes she could push down her face into her neck.
She continues, “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off. For everyone’s benefit.”
Joy nods feeling both ashamed and relieved.
Her mind has not been off Emma all morning. It doesn’t help she barely got any sleep last night.
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Room 204 9:30am
Joy didn’t bother to change. She pulls the chair to Emma’s bedside.
She just stares at her. There are a thousand thoughts running through Joy’s head, but the main one.
Is she going to be okay?
Joy drifts to sleep.
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Room 204 1:00pm
“Emma, dear, you’re being discharged you…”
The curtains slide open.
Dr. Garcia stops as she sees Joy sleeping on the hospital bed.
“Joy? Fancy seeing you here. Where did Mr. Nolan go?” Dr. Garcia asks.
Joy wakes up and scans the room. Emma is still asleep.
“Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” Joy asks, ignoring the question.
“Well sleeping beauty, the anesthesia should be waring off any minute now. What are you doing here anyway...” Dr. Garcia flips through Emma’s folder.
“.. I don’t see you listed here under any emergency contact.”
Joy snaps, “Nothing. I just heard that she was here, so I came see how she’s doing. I’m just being a good friend.”
Dr. Garcia smirks, “Mm, yeah Santos and I used to call each other good friends too.”
Emma’s eyes begun to open. She groans.
“Oh great you’re up. You’re good to go. Keep the arm elevated and keep the cast dry. Make an ortho follow-up in a week to get that cast off…I’ll leave you good friends to it. See you around.”
Wow what great care here at PTMC, Joy thinks.
Joy begins to tear up.
Emma laughs, “Are you crying? I’ve never seen you do that. I honestly didn’t know you could.”
Joy wipes her cheeks.
“No. I’m not crying.” She says firmly. “How are you?”
Emma sits up from the bed and winces in pain.
“I’m okay, just in a little pain.”
Joy smiles in relief and throws her arms around Emma.
Emma winces in pain.
“I’m sorry, I forgot,” Joy apologizes.
“Can we go to your place? I want to be with you, and I haven’t really told my Dad yet.”
They grab their belongings and head for the hallway, hoping not to run into anyone they know.
~End of Chapter 1~
WHO ELSE OUT HERE GETTING VICMIRA-PILLED FOR PITTYURIWEEK2026 DAY 1 ???
when victoria javadi shows up at the pitt, samira mohan initally thinks little of it. obviously, she notices how quick victoria is, how knowledgeable too. she also notices that victoria hasn't quite mastered people skills yet, but that's something that can be worked on.
what she doesn't expect, though, is for victoria javadi to find a place in every single crevice of her life. or, more concerningly, for samira herself to welcome it.
it's easy, perhaps even expected, for samira to be one of the senior residents that victoria is regularly paired with. samira knows that she's probably the best patient-oriented mentor around the pitt victoria could find (other than cassie), and while victoria sometimes might toe a line or two, working with her is smooth. they find a rhythm quickly, maybe even too quickly, because all of a sudden, samira is catching herself biting down on smiles when victoria maybe says a little bit more than she should to a patient, or staring at black computer screens that reflect how high her cheekbones have risen while watching victoria fire a quick retort back at her mother.
fondness, she realizes one day when looking at herself in the glass doors of one of the patient rooms as she watches victoria's bouncy ponytail and vanilla perfume leave.
which is fine. there's no rule against being fond of your interns.
except fondness isn't just an emotion; it's a state of being that keeps leading samira into trouble.
trouble like a bar on a friday night, when she really should to be home reading a case study emery mentioned the other day offhandedly, except when the pittlings had invited samira (as they usually do), it's victoria's round eyes that she meets and victoria's sweet, high-pitched lilt that the request is coming from. in fact, samira doesn't even register that she's accepted, just hears trinity shriek and mel grab her arm slightly -- all because she hasn't yet shifted her gaze from victoria.
trouble like a coffee shop on a saturday afternoon when samira had wanted to work a double, but victora had literally removed her name from the work spreadsheet and instead sent her a google calendar invite from 11 AM to 5 PM. they have plans to see a movie later, samira thinks, although she's not entirely sure. mostly, she's been pretty content to let victoria drag her around pittsburg, to go off on tangents about olivia rodgrido's new album or the hunger games movie that's coming out soon or anything really.
trouble like her bed on a wednesday evening after the shift from hell. she hadn't even thought about it, after catching victoria walking away from elieen with tears threatening to burst. she had just folded victoria into her arms, making eye contact with dana, an unspoken i'm taking her home passed over victoria's head, now buried into her left shoulder. samira holds victoria's hand the entire ride back to her apartment, ignoring the pit rapidly growing in her stomach at the fact that victoria refuses to break contact for practically the entire night. when samira drops her hand to heat up a frozen pizza -- they need to eat something -- victoria instantly throws her hands around samira's waist, burying her face between samira's shoulder blades. even now, as victoria's breathing slows down, victoria's arms are still wrapped around samira, her chin slotted right above samira's collarbone as she finally begins falling asleep from her perch on samira's chest.
samira can see herself in the little mirror on her desk. victoria had bought it weeks ago, tired of doing her makeup in samira's tiny bathroom but frustrated by the fact that samira owned no other mirrors. there are a few various makeup brushes and products strewn across the desk too, which samira probably would have put away if she had needed her desk since victoria last used it. but like so many other things in samira's life, the desk feels like victoria's now, not to mention the fact that samira's spending less and less time at her desk, busy now with coffee dates and concert dates and--
love, she realizes when looking at herself in the desk mirror.
samira mohan looks like she's in love.
