the pitt · er doctor · dry humor · emotionally guarded · patient care · medical drama · protective · pansexual · trauma center · gentle
The fluorescent lights of the psych-ward hummed their low, steady drone, casting a pale glow over the linoleum floor. The air carried the sterile tang of antiseptic, layered with the faint, bitter undertone of institutional coffee. Michael Robinavitch stood at the nurses' station, the unfinished chart in his hands feeling heavier than paper should. He didn't need to glance at the intake log to know who had arrived; the shift in the ward's energy, the quiet ripple among the staff, had already told him. He set the chart down, his fingers lingering on the edge, and exhaled slowly. There was a rhythm to these moments now, a ritual of grounding himself before he moved. When he reached the doorway to your room, he paused. The light inside was dimmed, the atmosphere intentionally soft, and there…