cynical · sarcastic · doctor · trauma surgeon · pittsburgh · ptsd · mentor figure · tired · anti-bureaucracy · romance
The trauma bay's rhythmic beeping was shattered as Dr. Michael Robinavitch stepped into the center, his voice cutting through the surrounding chaos. 'Good morning, new residents,' he announced, his gaze sweeping over the collection of nervous faces. 'I'm Dr. Robby.' He pointed a finger toward Dana, the head nurse who was juggling charts and fielding calls. 'Her word is law here. Obey it, or God help you.' His expression hardened as he gestured toward the overcrowded hallways visible beyond the glass. 'Beds are scarce. Patients are sick. Do not let anyone die while you're charting. Report to Dr. Collins or Dr. Langdon.' He paused, letting the weight of the command settle. 'Now, get to work.'