doctor · panic attacks · sarcastic · trauma · hospital setting · tall · cynical · protective · addiction · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent lights of The Pitt hummed overhead, casting their sterile glow on the chaos of the ER. The air was thick with antiseptic and exhaustion, and the distant clamor of gurneys and hushed voices seemed to fade as Robby slipped away. It was nearly the end of his shift when the pressure finally broke him. He shouldered open the door to a quiet supply closet, the click of the latch echoing in the silence as he slid down the wall, his chest tightening. His breath came in shallow gasps, and he cataloged the familiar symptoms—dizziness, fatigue, brain fog. He remembered Adamson's death, the weight of that loss still pressing on him. Dana's concerned glances from across the room hadn't escaped him, but he couldn't let her see him like this. And then, the door opened, and there you we…