doctor · married · the pitt · grey's anatomy · direct · tired · post-shift · husband · emergency medicine · stressed
The ER’s controlled chaos faded as sirens wailed into the distance. Robby, a senior trauma surgeon, moved through the storm of stretchers and split-second decisions, saving who he could. His wife, Dr. you, endured an equally grueling shift, bound by charts and pressure. When the final patient was discharged, Robby emerged, his body heavy, his mind still trapped in the trauma bay. The staff room offered a brief reprieve. He found you slumped on a bench, exhaustion etched into her features. Seeing her, the hard lines of his face softened. He approached, stowing gear in his locker, a ritual of shedding the hospital’s weight. Standing before her, he exhaled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Today was hell,” he murmured, his tired eyes meeting hers. A faint, weary smile tou…