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"Oh, um... if I'm asking too many questions, I can stop. Sometimes, I don't realise I'm doing it." He admits quietly, moving to lean up against the wall. It's certainly a step up from the bin, at least. He waves a hand at the offer of a cigarette though. "Thanks, but I, uh... I don't smoke." He says casually, although he has been known to smoke when he's stressed, but he wouldn't call himself a habitual smoker.

"I'm sorry, that sounds awful." Carter hates the thought of it, someone being treated like their lesser just because they have some kind of medical issue. He wishes it was a rare occurrence, but he's seen it for himself in patients who come in, whether it's from family or whoever else. "Hey, we're not all like that." He interjects with a slight smile. "Back at County, none of the doctors there were like that. They were good doctors, great doctors, in fact. I was really lucky to spend a year under them."

#just noticed our icons are like. the same but flipped lmao #multimedics #skye ;; pittbull

"No, kid, you're fine," she gave a raspy laugh, "Curiousity's a good thing, honest. I'm just an old grouch, sometimes." it didn't seem malicious or digging; he seemed like a genuine kind of guy, at least. A good doctor, or so she hoped. But as he talked about the other doctors, her features hardened a little. "I'll tell you something, Carter. You're a cis het white man. You're going to be treated like you are the cream of the fuckin' crop, for shit you can't control. Let me tell you. There will be people you will mistreat, because you don't even know you got a bias there. It'll be subtle shit. Thinkin' women are more likely to be makin' stuff up, shit like that. You're not gonna know you're doin' it. The same as these good doctors you worked with didn't." She took a slow drag of her cigarette, breathed it away from him again. "Don't ever think you're too good a doc to be mistreatin' people on a snap judgement of them, kid. It's easy to do. Trust this old lesbian," she snorted, "It never goes away."

"What got you into it? I mean, what made you want to do physio in the first place?" Carter's inherently curious, there's certainly no denying that. It's something that his former mentor back at County always found to be a little baffling, particularly from a surgeon. At least, to the extent that he was. He always wanted to know more, to get to know people, understand them, not just on the outside, but inside as well. He wanted to know the person, the soul, not just the superficial. "Well, after this, you can always go back to it, right?"

"You're a nosy one." she commented, offering him a cigarette before lighting her own, drawing in slowly and blowing out the smoke in the other direction to Carter. She'd started as a teen and never been able to shake the habit, no matter how she tried. She had hesitated. It was... hard to talk about. Risky, with doctors. But he seemed sweet enough, smart kid, paid attention, didn't act like she was fragile. "I... had issues with my back, growin' up. Got treated like I was lesser for it. Decided I wanted to be the sorta person who helps people that nobody else wants to help." she shrugged a shoulder. "Usual doctor bullshit."

"That's gotta be really interesting. I bet you get all sorts of people." Mainly he's thinking of people from all kinds of sports, anything from running, to the tennis, maybe basketball, something he does have something of a love for. There's probably even sports he can't think of right off the bat. "A private school, huh? What, uh, what was that like?" He asks curiously, trying to play it off as casually as he can, having spent time at boarding school himself. "If it's something you're passionate about, you should go for it." John admits looking to her. "Finish your residency and... maybe go from there? Gain connections, get a feel for the area, the people? But you seem really passionate about it. Would be a shame to let it go completely."

#skye ;; pittbull #multimedics

"It was... definitely an interesting way to start my career." her words were softer now, thoughtful. Skye wasn't harsh, exactly, but she definitely tolerated no idiots. Taking advantage of what she'd originally come out into the ambulance bay for, she pulled out a box of cigarettes, tapping one loose with a quick hand movement and putting it to her lips. "I'm going to be focusing on emergency medicine, I think, but the physio... won't leave me." she chuckled, "It's an overlooked skill, I think."

Admittedly, Carter just presumes that she's teasing him, not really expecting her to actually be running from the law. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Did you get a lot of older clients? Or was it, um... more of a mixed bag?" He asks, genuinely curiously about what the sort of average age range of patients was. Though now he thinks about it, the more he finds himself agreeing, there's times when he's played basketball that he knows a proper stretch would've helped avoid a few aches and pains, same with a lot of patients that come in. Loosen them up a little, before and after, avoid them ending up in the ER. "Are you thinking of starting your own place here in Pittsburgh sometime?"

"Actually, a lot more young people than you would expect." she murmured. "A lot of sports injuries, things like that, that's most of what a physio does. I actually started out my career working in a private school," she's careful not to let anything slip, of course, "Working with uh, differently abled children, some adults." that's the easiest way to describe it. "Unique anatomy presents a unique challenge to a physio, and I enjoyed the work." she offered him a tired smile. "So, I have considered it... but between the residency and how much work it is to start from scratch..." she shook her head.

"Do you miss it? New York, I mean? It's gotta be a leap, going from there to here?" He supposes he might be one to talk, having gone from Chicago to Pittsburgh in one massive step. Though he knows it's worth it and it's not like the rest of his family even notice that he's not back there anymore. He could be anywhere in the world and the response would be exactly the same. "What made you come here? Going from physio to working in the ER?" Carter can't really imagine it, he wonders if it'll be different from being at County, but he doesn't really see it. The long hours, the endless charting, the constant feel as though he's being snowed in. Yet here he is, still doing it, still fighting for that place, to be someone who can help people, someone who can make a different. It'll be worth it. "I'll... keep that in mind though. Thanks."

#she says the truth but says it like a joke so it sounds ridiciulous hehehehe #multimedics #skye ;; pittbull

She went quiet for a second. Yeah. She missed New York. She missed her practice. She missed the windowside clinic. She hoped those kids were doing okay, without her there. "I'm on the run from the law." she said, voice entirely flat, and then smirked at him. "Oh, yeah, you'd be shocked, kid, how much people need a good stretch, honestly. Save a million trips to the ED if people just knew howta move their bodies." she side eyed him, considering if she should 'physio him' as some of her colleagues had jokingly said.

"How're you finding it?" He finds himself asking, head tilting a little from the one side to the other. Honestly, Carter can't help but be curious about things, whether it's the people he's working alongside or the patients themselves. He wants to know about them, they're not just bodies, empty shells to be poked and prodded and flooded with whatever medication that might help them. They're people with lives, aspirations dreams... he tries his best to remember that. "Yeah? I'm uh... okay, well, technically I'm 2nd year, but... I did my first year in surgery but decided it wasn't for me, and now I'm here doing my first year in emergency medicine because the last hospital I was at didn't have any spaces left."

She paused, considering the question. "Quieter than New York," she admitted, "But... it's most of what I expected. Already sick of fuckin' fightin' with insurance," she snorted, then shook her head with a faint scowl, "I'm not great at the being bossed around shtick. You know I'm older than you," she barked a laugh. That much was obvious. "Licensed physio, first, years ago. Used to run my own one, back in the city. Thinkin' maybe I'll try to start it up again here but..." she shook her head. "It's nice havin' time to focus. So if you ever want some stretches, Kid, I can help you out."

"Yeah, he's uh... an acquired taste to some people, I guess?" Honestly, it doesn't really bother him what others think, Carter spent his first year under Benton who had engrained both masses amount of education and experience into him as well as a notable flinch whenever someone shouts his name in the corridors. "Yeah, I, um... didn't actually find out he was father until I started working here. I guess the likeness should've given it away, but... yeah, he's my dad." It's strange to think about, that if he'd never moved here from Chicago he might never have known. "How long have you been working here?"

"Huh." she commented, softer now. Not nepotism, then. Just coincidence. How strange. How fascinating. "Oh, yeah, been here about a month, little over, I think." time moved strangely, here. She was still getting used to not running her night clinic; getting used to the slow pace. "Had to transfer mid year," she explained, without explaining anything at all, "Start over as an R2."

A shy chuckle leaves him as he seems to hide away for a moment, maybe just a touch embarrassed that he hadn't been able to call that out immediately. "I had a hunch, but... you hear all sorts of accents on this job." Carter admits with a quiet but amused huff to himself. Though when she advices him to go lay down for a while, there's something of a defeated sigh that presses down on his shoulders. "You're sure? I mean, I can push through." Okay, now he's just being stubborn. He gets that from his father. "Just... don't tell Dr. Robby? I don't want him to worry. Or give me the ' I'm not angry, I'm disappointed ' look."

#sorry she's rude.#skye ;; pittbull #multimedics

"Don't worry, not going to tell Dr Robby nothin'," she shook her head, "That man does my damn skull in. I got seven trillion nerves and he manages to get on every single one of 'em." she huffed. Then paused. "That guy your dad?" she asked, blunt, raising a brow at him. The resemblance was uncanny and God knew there was enough nepotism going on in a place like this...

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The coffee has long since crossed the line from tolerable to questionable, but Jack drinks it anyway. Elbows resting on the nurses' station, he stares up at the tracking board with the kind of focus most people reserve for imaging. A room opens. Another ambulance pops onto the board. Someone gets admitted. Someone else gets discharged. His eyes keep moving, quietly connecting pieces before they ever become problems, the paper cup lifting for another absentminded sip every few seconds.

He doesn't notice someone beside him until they're close enough to pull his attention away from the board. His gaze shifts over, lingering for a moment before a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "What's going on?"

#pittresilience #test muse ;; dana

"Just watchin' you work." Dana had been asked to stay a few hours later, as Lena had been pulled for her doula duty and needed a little time. She'd agreed; Benji would be find fending for himself for a night, after all, and it would be nice to see some of the night shift crew. Even if she thought they were all crazy. "Definitely got enough goin' on behind your eyes. You doin' okay?" she asked, tone light as she skirted around him, now, going back behind her station, tucking a few documents away, sliding her glasses on as she picked up something someone had left her, flicking through the paperwork. "Don't think I've ever seen you stand still so long, sweetheart."

It's not really his fault. After Gant, they're one resident down, leaving the rest of them to pick up the work. As if that's his biggest worry, extra work would be something of a reprieve if it wasn't for the reason his once best friend wasn't there. He's not going down that road, he can't.

"You're from New York?" Is the first thing Carter picks up, brows raising sharply, maybe just a little keen to sidestep the topic of him feeling exhausted enough to just lay on a bin outside the ER.

#skye ;; pittbull #multimedics #skye can and does be nice especially if she likes you #she just gets frustrated at stupidity.

"You can't tell?" she asked, with a faint grin; her accent was pretty strong, having spent her whole life in New York in one way or another. "Or do you need the 'hey, I'm walkin' here'?" she mimicked the stereotypical New Yorker voice as she did so. Her eyes lingered on him. A million things she could say; concern fighting against frustration in her chest. "We don't need another attending right now," she settled on saying, finally, "Why don't you go lay down in the On Call room? We can always grab ya."

It's the last thing that Carter's intended, quickly sitting up as he looks back at her, brows softer as he nods in agreement, realising it maybe wasn't the best place to take a quick nap. "Yeah, I... sorry, I... I didn't mean to scare you." He shuffles forward a little, lifting a hand to rub at his tired eyes.

"I just needed some air, you know? I sat down and... I guess I almost fell asleep." Almost being the operative word, he's just laying there staring up at the sky. "Note to self... don't sit on the bins and almost fall asleep."

Well, goddamnit, now she felt bad. She sighed shortly. He reminded her of some other kids; kind hearted, determined to do good, always rocking up to her place sporting new injuries... she tried not to let that show on her face. "Good, follow your own notes." she grumped, shaking her head. "I forget this isn't New York sometimes, but it's still..." she gestured slightly, with one hand, a clipped motion to encompass the state of the world around them.

OPEN STARTER:

"What, you've never seen a doctor trying to catch some shut eye on a bin outside the ER before?"

#skye ;; pittbull #hi i hope. this is ok?#multimedics

"No, but I have seen enough abandoned bodies and gunshot victims," she cleared her throat, calming her thumping heart, now. She was trying very hard not to sound angry, but that was difficult. Because she was angry. "Do you not have an actual on call room you can use?" she snapped out, "Instead of scaring people half to death? Christ, Dr Carter."

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There was a slight hum as Dana hit his arm with the phone, peering up from his computer screen. “Just some patients thinking that they know better than actual doctors,” he muttered, “I swear that Doctor Google is doing more damage each and every year.”

#mxrvelouscreations #test muse ;; dana

"Oh, don't I know that," she scoffed, but a long suffering type of amusement; you had to laugh, or you'd cry. "What's the problem now? Convinced vaccines are going to infect her kid with autism? Bruise means they're haemophiliac? Or my personal favourite, the completely hallucinated condition some robot in the internet came up with."