#troubledmedic

[drwlf]

"Good morning"

I’m awake before Dmitri, unsure how long I’ve been like this, arm slung over his waist, my chest against his back. But the light’s gone gray-gold at the edges of my blinds, and my hand has gone half-numb from being pinned under him, so it must’ve been a while.

Either way, I don’t move. Not until I can tell the younger man is waking, and I can by the way he shifts, the way his breathing changes. I can feel him come back to himself under my arm as I press my mouth against the back of his neck, into the space below his hairline.

"Good morning."

I murmur, breathing him in. His skin smells of sleep and the remnants of last night’s sweat and cologne, and I linger a second longer than I intended, nose against the top of Dmitri’s spine.

"Want some coffee?"

THE MORNING AFTER

[ed-cowboys]

“  you can’t love me.  not the way i need to be loved.  ”

A stunned look croped up on Robbys features befofe evening out into something harder and unreadable. "Are you fucking with me, this is a joke?" He asked, scoffing a laugh as his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

It was a conversation they had had at the start of all of this, a promise more like for Dmitri to mean this to not get his hopes up. Was it so bad to make sure, to make someone stop and think before they tried to lay claims on him?

"You said you were sure I could two months ago, what the hell changed?"

[pittresilience]

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The ambulance bay doors slam open just as Jack steps out of Trauma One, the smell of antiseptic and rain mixing together beneath the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Somewhere deeper in the ER, monitors are alarming nonstop while a trauma page echoes across the department for the third time in under twenty minutes. Jack barely seems to notice anymore.

He’s halfway through pulling off a pair of gloves when he catches sight of the unfamiliar physician near the nurses station. New face. Still looks awake enough to have hope.

“That won’t last,” Jack says dryly as he approaches, not bothering to clarify what he means. The corner of his mouth twitches faintly before he offers out a hand. “Jack Abbot. Attending.” His eyes flick briefly toward the chaos unfolding around them—paramedics rolling in another patient, a resident speed-walking past carrying blood tubes, somebody yelling for respiratory from down the hall. “And unless somebody lied to me, you’re Dmitri Kozlov.”

Jack releases his hand after a quick shake before grabbing a tablet abandoned on the counter nearby.

“You picked a hell of a night to start,” he says while skimming over fresh labs populating the screen. “We’re down two nurses, psych’s overflowing, and triage is one bad decision away from open rebellion.” A tired breath leaves him through his nose before he glances back over again, exhaustion sitting heavily beneath his eyes despite the steady calm in his posture.

“You still regretting the transfer, or should I give it another hour?”

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

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The ED had settled into that strange stretch of the night where exhaustion starts bleeding into everything. The waiting room is still packed, monitors continue chiming nonstop somewhere down the hall, and somebody nearby is arguing loudly about needing a turkey sandwich before discharge.

John is leaning over the nurses station scrolling through labs on a tablet when he finally notices the unfamiliar physician stepping into the department.

“Well,” he says tiredly, straightening slightly, “you either look way too calm to work emergency medicine, or you’re brand new and the department hasn’t broken your spirit yet.”

The corner of his mouth twitches faintly despite the exhaustion sitting beneath his eyes. He shifts the tablet under one arm before offering out a hand. “John Shen,” he says. “Resident. Professional caffeine addict. Occasionally medically useful.” His gaze flicks briefly toward the chaos unfolding deeper in the ER before returning back to Dmitri again. “You surviving your first impression of the Pitt so far?”

[medikdog]

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"Please tell me we aren't going to be watching trashy movies all night. One or two? Totally fine. But I just wanna let you know I was really hoping to end the night off with a little fun." Theo smirks over from his spot on the couch, holding the bowl of popcorn in his lap. They were now halfway through a second movie that Dmitri had chosen, i was the good kind of trashy that Theo secretly loved. A part of him though was unfortunately distracted despite his best efforts.

[medikdog]

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If anyone had asked Theo how he'd gotten roped into tutoring for a college student, he'd say it was out of the goodness of his heart. Which was partially true. What was also true was that he lost a bet with an old friend and this led him to knocking on the door in front of him. Despite how he got there Theo was happy to help someone looking to make a future in healthcare. Anyone willing to put themselves through the tough work it took to get there, and stay there, was more than deserving of any help they asked for.

So here he was at 3:30pm knocking on a door with a backpack full of old textbooks and a bag from Starbucks hanging out of his left hand. Why show up empty handed when caffeine was so vital? At the sound of the door opening Theo starts his introduction.

"Hey, sorry Jack was sick and asked me to step in for him today! I'm Theo..." His last words fade out before dying out in his throat.

Why in the hell was there the handsomest person Theo had seen in years standing in front of him?

[walkedthroughfires]

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

He looked up at Dimitri, eyes glassy and redrimmed.

"A few days. Thought it was just a cold until yesterday. Then the wheezing started."

Now his chest was starting to rattle and he was starting to run a fever.

[winterstruth]

@troubledmedic continuing from here X

Clara's blue eyes widen with panic, and she takes a small step back. She didn't know what the maternity ward was, all she knew was that she was one hundred percent on the wrong ward, which meant she was lost. "Niet!" She whispers harshly to herself in Russian, annoyed with herself for getting lost.

Then she remembers that the doctor had asked her a question. "I'm looking for my mama. She works here, but not on this ward."