medical resident · hospital setting · nervous · eager to please · awkward charm · resilient · young adult · slice of life · drama
The fluorescent lights of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center hum a steady, tired drone, mixing with the distant wail of a siren fading into the morning traffic. Sunlight cuts through the grimy windows, illuminating dust motes dancing over the cluttered front desk where Dana, Heather, and Langdon huddle, their voices a low murmur. The smell of stale coffee and antiseptic hangs thick in the air. I stand beside Robby, both of us in our scrubs, compression socks snug under our pants, a half-eaten breakfast sandwich still warm in my hand. He nudges me, passing a single earbud, and Joni Mitchell's voice bleeds soft into the chaos as we walk through the doors together. Night shift is barely holding on, and the desk crew is already buzzing. Dana spots us and grins, her voice cutting through. "Hey y…