~ 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 ~

indie mini multi for Whitaker, Jesse and Langdon of HBO's The PITT 21+ only | triggering content

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-indie mini MULTIMUSE rp blog for Whitaker, Jesse and Langdon from HBO's The PITT- multi-muse / multi-ship / multi-fandom / 21+ mature themes / triggering content rules | meme tag

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Jesse's snack mini-post (but it's only foods he hates)

Porridge - Unless you have no teeth, why are you even eating porridge?? Eat cereal like everyone else Grapes - Choked on one as a child once, the relationship was rocky from there Crepes - Just have a pancake bro Too-sweet iced coffees - looking at you Shen Pomegranate - Nasty. Get in your teeth. Why thy fuck would you choose to eat seeds for your fruit of choice?? Those weird protein balls that taste primarily of date - Self explanatory really

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vamp!Langdon starter for Willow ( @pittbats )

~ Forcing the heels of his hands into his eyes, frank lowered his arms with a frustrated breath. Letting his head fall forward to crack against the locker. The slightly dull THROB from it feeling somewhat cathartic.....though did nothing to the itch under his skin.

The shift had somehow felt longer than it actually was.....felt like time had CREPT along at a crawl purely to torment him personally. Okay, maybe he was being a little dramatic. But those last traumas from the highway collision, those had felt purposeful.....there had been so much blood that his brain had STALLED for a brief beat.

But he had survived it without incident. Even saved the patients. A win win despite it all.

Even if he now felt like climbing out of his own skin. Punching in the code to his locker Frank started pulling things out. Hand HOVERING over the blood bag inside before dragging a hoodie in need of a wash over it instead. Hiding it away and shutting the door like it was an animal that might try to escape. ~

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patrick ball, from cheerleader)

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patrick ball as doctor frank langdon | 2.08 ➜ the pitt

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vamp!langdon starter for @pittmash

~ It felt like the entire ED was staring at him. Like everyone was LOOKING. Watching. NOTICING. They weren't obviously. A sensible, sane, non-paranoid part of himself knew that. Knew that the eyes he felt on him were his own imagination.

A guilty conscious trying to manifest itself.

The weight of his backpack BURNED like a brand against his shoulder as me moved through the ED toward the exit, as if determined to not let him forget just WHY he was feeling that way. But fuck, he had tried so hard NOT to. Tried to ignore the aching hunger insistently s c r a t c h i n g at his insides. He could blame his body's autopilot for the blood bag his hands had slipped inside it....but Frank knew that it was more accurately WEAKNESS. A weakness to not be able to fight off this fucking URGE. This NEED he had no way to explain. Couldn't even explain it to himself.

So instead Frank offered an OFFHAND wave and a lopsided smile to those of the day shift that still lingered after their official day was over. Shoulders tight. Throwing on his cap and pulling it down slightly. Weaving through the patients and evening crew alike. Trying to stamp on the urge to flat out BOLT for the door and the night outside. ~

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patrick ball in ‘the pitt’ | 2.15

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"Not sure I can… through my nose… right now." he croaked out. His face was throbbing, and he could feel every pulse of blood through it, or at least that was how it seemed, swallowing automatically, grimacing at the taste of blood coating the back of his throat. Not a good idea; introduce toxins into the stomach, make you sick, but it was hard to resist the urge and he would rather swallow it than aspirate it. His salt and pepper beard was rapidly becoming stained vivid red, dripping over his lips even as Frank's gentle hands tried to adjust him to something more comfortable.

"Getting… slow…" he mumbled, and then laughed, breathlessly, "Gotta get my… training back… on track…" his tongue shifted, licking some of the blood off his lip, although it was instantly refreshed, it seemed. His hands were shaking yet he still moved them, reaching out to rest against Frank, as if grounding himself against the younger man.

Swelling already starting across the orbit of his eye; dark bruising flourishing as he alternated between fluttering blinks and eyes shutting. God, he was tired. He hadn't realised just how exhausted he was. Right now? Right now he felt old, more than anything. Old down to his very bones, a frail old man who couldn't defend himself any more. It was harder to hold his eyes open, to look at those big baby blues in front of him.

The rattling wheels of a gurney approaching barely registered. There was a rushing sound in his ears, familiar and new at the same time, a disorientation that he wasn't… sure… he had felt before. But he must have, because he knew it. His eyes fluttered open again, Frank's blurry features almost immediately sliding out of view again as his head drooped forward. It was so easy to doze off here, with Frank right there, even as he fought to take a breath, each one shallow past his aching chest.

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~ ' I tell you what, once you're all patched up we'll take a class together...you want Thai Boxing or Krav Maga? ' The words were spilling out, a TRUMBLE of them even as he wrangled blue nitrile gloves onto his hands, moving the wad of gauze he had been handed gently across Robby's lips. Trying to avoid the man attempting to swallow any more of it. Handing the BLOODIED fabric to Jesse before gently attempting to lightly examine Robby's head.

Frank definitely did not like how that eye was swelling.

Fingers coming away from the back of the Attending scalp with more than a coating of crimson, Frank felt something in his chest tighten. Blue eyes SNAPPING to Robby's face when those handsome eyes started to flutter closed. ' Hey hey...Robby, look at me okay! Keep those eyes open. You gotta answer my question. C'mon I need to know what to book for us.' Hand taking hold of the other man's, Frank squeezed Robby's palm with his fingers. The motion turning into a subtly frantic rubbing as he fought to coax him to stay away.

Pairs of feet and hands moving in around them, crouching beside him, Frank helped shift Robby into position to be moved. Shaking off Jesse's hand when he tried to move him aside - like fuck was he moving. Feeling the gurney lower in waiting. ' This is gonna suck for a minute, but I got you okay? '

Sharing a steadying GLANCE to those around him, the count of three had everyone moving in tandem as they hoisted Robby carefully onto it. Frank ignoring the sharp spasming pain in his back at the motion. Pulling the barrier up either side of the bed, helping to raise the gurney back up into position before they all started to move in a rush. Stethoscope half in Langdon's ear as he attempted to keep track of Robby's breathing. Barking out a litany of orders. F.A.S.T exam to check for internal bleeding. Pan-scan. MRI. XRAY. Words falling confidently from his tongue even though his HEART was hammering against his ribcage. One hand still holding tight to Robby's. ~

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He honestly has the prettiest hands

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@drhalepitt said: If a person speaks sign language, but only has one arm, is that a speech impediment or an accent?

' That's like asking if Jack having one leg makes him a pirate....to which the answer is obviously YES. '

Jesse hummed into the coffee Shen had left him. Immediately grimacing when the TOO-SWEET beverage hit his tongue and setting the chilled dunkin cup aside like it had personally offended him. They should really have John do a mandatory glucose test.

' His name is also JACK, which honestly feels like his parents foretold their son would have the propensity for buccaneering. '

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He wasn't really sure what had happened, honestly. There was a blaring around him, a foggy awareness of someone calling a code hula hoop. A blinding pain in his jaw, his back, his chest. Motion. There were so many people in the room, now; bodies grappling, forcing the patient back into the bed.

He'd been coming around from sedation for a while; Robby had come in to check on him, been in the process of a neuro when… he'd been grabbed by the scrubs, punched across the face. The taste of blood on his lips, in his mouth, dripping down his throat can attest to that. He'd jerked himself back, away; off kilter, off balance, and then the foot had come up. Hit him solid in the sternum, thrown him back.

He wasn't sure if he'd hit a wall or a machine, just that his vision was coming back slowly and there was a shape in front of him. "M'kay," he tried to speak, but he was winded; it was desperately hard to draw a breath. "Okay, okay," he tilted his head back, grimacing as the flow of blood into his throat increase.

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~ It wasn't often Frank almost let the urge to lash out at a patient win. But seeing Robby sprawled and BLEEDING on the floor made an anger rise up in his throat that almost BURNED. Like acid coating the inside of his mouth. Making the space behind his sternum feel SCORCHED and hot even as his body moved into action. McKay and Donnie flying into the room on his heels. A silent part of Langdon glad to hear them wrestle the patient back onto the bed, not sure he would have been able control himself enough to do so with CAREFUL hands. Frank shifting ever so slightly as he felt Jesse kick the machine Robby had cracked into aside to make room before joining him at Robby's side.

' Hey....look at me Robby, that's it. No no, don't try to move, okay. I've got you. ' Langdon's eyes darted over Robby's body. He was CLEARLY having problems breathing.....which was no wonder. Langdon had seen the kick that sent the Attending flying. It was enough to knock the air out of anyone. And fracture a few ribs...cause pulmonary contusions....pneumothorax ...commotio cordis- ....GET IT TOGETHER.

Swallowing down the emotion that was spiking somewhere in the back of his throat. He gently settled hands on Robby's head. Carefully angling it to one side just enough to ensure he wouldn't start CHOKING on the blood in his mouth. Blue eyes ticking over the blooming bruise crawling over Robby's jaw and eye. ' Slow breaths for me through the nose okay.' Straightening just enough to snarl at the door, Frank's voice was a loud bark. 'WHERE THE FUCK IS THE GURNEY.' ~

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The fact that Jesse's actor was actually an ED nurse during Covid is still wild to me. Like the chaos and trauma Robby witnessed in the show...Jesse's actor witnessed it in real life.

And the fact that he's crying during Robby's speech after Pittfest, hits so much more when you realize he's ACTUALLY been through that shit.

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Send "Floor Time" to find my muse lying on the floor. | accepting

@sympatheticdominance said: "Floor Time" for Frank

~ Sometimes it helped. Simply laying out on the floor. Sometimes it helped ease the constant gnawing of pain in his back....being able to RELAX against the ground. To slowly work on decompressing the crunched up vertebrae screaming after long hours. Or y'know....sleeping at an angle they didn't approve of.

However it was the RELAXING of the muscles the he was currently stuck on.

This would be a perfect moment to make a self depreciating comment to the empty air about failing step one, but Frank was too zoned on on trying to FORCE his back to relax. Releasing a slow breath, trying to ease his back to relax fully into the floor of Robby's living room, only to SUCK it sharply back in when the muscles SPASMED in protest. Raising his forearm to cover his eyes in frustration before lowing it again. Fuck. Okay, you know how this goes. Little by little.

The sudden appearance of Robby PEERING down at him was testament to how much Frank had been concentrating. Startling slightly. Looking up at the attending from the floor.

' Shit, you scared me! Sorry...I'm just-..I didn't think you'd be back yet. ' ~

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okay but what if season three is basically Robby, Abbott and Al-Hashimi fighting over custody of Langdon

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Look at that face

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Robby probably, while getting questioned by Gloria after said ICE douchebag gets found on the concrete unresponsive outside:

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Jack, Dana, Robby and Cass if they had been able to get hands on the ICE douchebag who put his hands on Jesse