#samira thread;

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The second Samira has gone down, Dana knows the kid has been lying. That gut feeling she was ignoring is back triumphant, because now it all makes sense, 'panic attacks' her ass, and this could be life or death, especially so when Samira's pulse is off, so she has no hesitation whatsoever calling Robby. Loudly.

"Dr. Mohan passed out." It's been a hell of a day for them, and Dana has seen her work harder than she was supposed to. "Saturation is low. She's not having panic attacks," her voice is lower, her eyes fixed on Robby's, "And she asked Ogilve where were you, we all heard it, so you are her doctor now." It's right on the line of illegal, Samira was confused and probably asking about Robby because of the last patient they saw together, but hey, all Dana knows is that Samira asked for their attendings before losing consciousness, it's not at all a stretch to claim it must have been because she needed his medical care.

Samira opens her eyes to find herself laying on her back, a cannula on her nose, IV on her arm, and when she turns her head, dr. Robby is there, and she remembers the exhaustion from the last few days of overwork and undersleep catching up with her in the ambulance area, and---"Oh no," she murmurs, almost hoping she did go into cardiac arrest because then @physiiciian would have to be delicate.

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@fracturals - Robby & Samira

"I have it under control!" She doesn't give Robby time to berate her, her tone almost a snap - who is she kidding, she snapped at him - just because she stumbled a little, hand to her chest at the return of the pain and feeling that her heart is about to explode. It's yet another panic attack, like the many she's had lately, but the first she's having in front of her attending, so she's even more motivated to do what she's learned to do: push through, ignore it, keep a calm and steady tone with patients. She disappears after that, because Dana distracts him and Samira all but runs away to take care of the many victims of this last massive car accident. A couple of hours later, after she ran from one side of the Pitt to the other, she's reunited with Robby; she helps put a man on a stretcher, and her chest hurts even more, but she gives instructions to dr. King in a calm tone. She can feel the way they look at her when she touched her chest again, out of breath. "It's a panic attack but I'm on top of it," she continues to speak in a calm tone, before checking more vitals. "You--you don't seem to be panicking," dr. King points out hesitantly. "Oh, I'm not. I don't panic anymore, it's just physical. I'm okay," she dismissed it, but then her world spins, and that's weird. "You have it? Good." She tries to walk out gracefully but stumbles right outside, panic attacks sure weakened her, didn't they, but this time she actually has to brace herself against the counter, almost falling down.

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"Shit..." she whispers, almost falling. Grabbing the sink saves her and oh, she's done it now, two fingers to her neck, and Samira tries to make sure she's not actually having a heart attack. Unfortunately, even if her pulse is steady, she knows this is physical, the anxiety bubbling up now is a consequence of how much she overworked this past weekend. When the door opens, she's kneeling down trying to catch her breath and looks up in a panic to see @pittscraped has come in, "Close the door! Quick!" she pleads, desperate. But it's done, she has to come clean now before it's too late. It's over. It's over. She'll really have to slow down, really have to change her life, can't keep lying about why, can't do this. Oh, she's so close to panicking again. She pushes herself closer to the wall to sit with her back against it, wiping tears off her face. She can't ask Santos to lie for her, she won't. It's over.

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@protectxthem asked for a DRAMATIC starter for Robby here [always and forever open]

She's not even at work when the worst episode happens, and while she insists it's just a panic attack, an ambulance is called, her EKG turns out to be not okay, and she's brought to the Pitt as a patient. Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, the cardiologist says, but she can see it herself, the way the walls of her heart are just too thick, and her life is never going to be the same. She's already spoken to Gloria, by the time Dana and dr. Robby's shift start, and they see each other across the glass door. She waits, tablet with her files on her lap and puffed eyes, for him to come in. It was supposed to be just panic about her 'mommy issues', wasn't it?

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@wishupcnastar liked for a starter - I'm picking Dana and Samira!

Instead of going home at the end of her shift, Samira had felt so fatigued that by the time Dana had ended hers, one hour later, she was still sitting in the back of the open ambulance. Before the nurse could question her, she blurted out a: "I don't know why I'm still here," which was only half true. She knew she was exhausted, but there was really no point in waiting there. Besides, of course, the fact that she didn't want to go home. "Are you too tired for a drink?"

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@fracturals Ogilvie and Samira as requested!

Her first instinct when being told Mr. Green had died was to hide in the bathroom and cry over the day she was having, but then Samira chose to pull herself together and go look for Ogilvie instead, since the student hadn't returned after surgery. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Robby had said, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to take his advice or making a point of letting herself and Ogilvie feel bad for a while. Why shouldn't they?

Combativeness left when she found him outside, still in his bloody scrubs. "Hey... I heard." Sympathy coloring her voice, she stopped only a step away, "Can I sit next to you?"

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Samira open starter: for all mutuals no matter how long we've followed each other! context: she got her diagnosis but hasn't told her coworkers yet!

Another hellish day at the Pitt. Samira didn't want to go home yet, not when what awaited her were only more phonecalls from her mother and rejection letters. Worse, there might be some acceptance letter that she'd have to call and reject herself, to 'avoid the unnecessary stress' and because in her present condition the permanent role Gloria had offered her was more than she could have gotten anywhere else.

She stopped by the door, remembering the little ritual the attendings and nurses had after a long shift. "Beers? At the park?" The shift had been hard on the others too, and checking on someone else might make her feel better. Or worse, but then they'd get to commiserate together.