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# PMTCRN , a private + selective portrayal penned by sammy ( 25, she / her , PST ) of andrea arellano torres — an emergency department nurse from HBO's the pitt. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. read guidelines before interacting.

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the passenger window rolled down just long enough for andrea's sister to lean across the center console. "don't do anything i wouldn't do ! " andrea groaned immediately, "that list is way too short." paulina laughed, earning herself a pointed look. the car pulled away with one last honk, disappearing down the street while the brunette stood there for a moment watching it go. the timing was perfect. not early, not late. exactly on time . . . which was a miracle considering she had spent the majority of her day off helping her sister and her roommates do a costco run. yes . . . a costco run took a majority of her day. those twenty-four year-olds had no idea what the hell they were doing.

the evening air was warm as she turned toward the restaurant, the sky painted in streaks of gold and pale orange. sunset hadn't quite arrived yet, but it was getting close. the windows overlooking the river reflected the fading light, and beyond them, the bridge stretched acros the water like something out of a postcard.

adjusting the strap of her purse, she made way toward the entrance, pausing briefly when she spotted a familiar figure nearby. a smile appeared before she could stop it. there he is. the nervousness she'd been feeling since the date was set remained. "carter." his name came out softer than she intended. andrea stepped closer, her gaze sweeping over him before returning to his face. "funny bumping into you here," she teased before reaching out automatically, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle from the front of his shirt. for a second her hand lingered there. then she cleared her throat and stepped back with a sheepish smile. "you look nice."

" . . . you need stitches," she sighed, brown eyes glancing down at the other's wound. "i know you won't go to the hospital. so sit down and let me see what i can do. — please."

"just tell me before you do it. like . . . count to three, then poke." andrea muttered with her eyes closed as she laid on the gurney in south twenty-two. the needle-stick itself had been minor. there was an uncapped needle left in the bed she was clearing. annoying more than anything. the follow-up bloodwork, however ? cruel. anything involving needles being stuck in her instantly made her queasy. "actually, just do it. i don't wanna know."

oh, kenzi :') thank you so much! it means a hell of a lot <3 i can't wait to continue writing with you. i thoroughly enjoy it !!!

i don't think andrea's rock bottom would be dramatic. or super obvious. she's too practiced at compartmentalizing. her rock bottom would be a gradual erosion of the things that keep her balanced. the first sign would probably be the gym. most people around her wouldn't even notice at first. andrea herself might not notice. she'd tell herself she's just tired or too busy. but exercise is one of the few places where she processes emotion without realizing she's processing emotion. it's where all the stress, anger, and grief goes. once she stops moving, everything starts accumulating.

then comes the drinking. not in an obvious, self-destructive way at first. more like a drink after work becomes two. a rough shift becomes an excuse. then she starts finding reasons to stop at a bar on the way home because the silence of her apartment feels heavier than it used to andrea would never describe it as drinking to cope. she'd describe it as unwinding. as taking the edge off. the people around her would probably recognize the pattern before she does. but what really signals rock bottom, is when she starts withdrawing from people because she is a caretaker by nature. even when she's struggling, she's usually still showing up for everyone else. at rock bottom, that starts changing. texts go unanswered. calls get returned days later. plans get cancelled. she starts convincing herself she's doing people a favor by staying away. everyone has their own problems. nobody needs hers, too. her isolation isn't rooted in believing nobody loves her, rather it's rooted in believing she shouldn't need them. that she should be able to handle it herself. that asking for help would make her a burden. the more overwhelmed she becomes, the less likely she is to reach out which creates a cycle where she becomes increasingly lonely while simultaneously making herself harder to reach.

at work, she'd probably still perform and that's what makes it difficult to spot. patients would still get excellent care. doctors would still trust her. but the spark would be gone. she'd become efficient instead of engaged. andrea is the type who would drown quietly. not because she lacks support, but because she spends so much energy making sure everyone else stays afloat that she doesn't notice she's sinking until she's already exhausted.

omg . . . yes we haven't been writing for long but the joy it has brought me is immense! your carter has so much heart and it shines through in your writing. it is no surprise that he's been able to chip away at the walls andrea has built around herself. i am so looking forward to seeing what's in store for them. give me all of it. i am ready !!! adore you !!!

Your writing is very flowly and easy to read. It's like camera work and I do like that type of writing style. A camera that only places in descriptions the actions and motions, but gets into Andrea's head and what she feels and thinks. I feel this is important, especially for OCs to understand them better and have a grip on them. For example, the headcanon you did with ICE, I really enjoyed because it showed a more private side to Andrea that I had not seen played out with her more extroverted nature.

As for what you went with as story, it's a very simple, yet devastating one. You don't shy from two very heavy subjects : grief and deportation. I feel for Andrea, I relate to her, with the death of Luz. I hope you get more opportunity to play with those complex emotions of fear, anger, love, resignation, acceptance in some threads to see how she handles that. I also would love to see her reaaally going off on somebody, full on spanish but that's just me.

You've built really level headed relationships, which gives weight to Andrea through the world building of our shared mutuals and yeah just a nice muse played by a dedicated mun.

hey vlog . . . on today’s installment, watch me not know how to take a compliment from people whose writing i am very much a fan of. thank you so much though. i am very much looking forward to exploring more complex emotions / scenarios with her. again AH thank you! it really means a lot.

and oh yes, be on the lookout for full out spanish blowout. i, too, also need that to happen.

kenna . . . sweet sweet kenna. not to be emo on the dash, but i always hoped for rp friends like you. i have the best time writing with you. seeing you on my dash is a highlight, ngl. <3

I adore you and Drea so gd much. there's so much life and personality in everything that you do. I live for seeing Drea interactions on my dash because its either gonna make me laugh or make me cry.

aether wtf . . . you're a JOY !!

mood rn because the feeling is so utterly mutual!! i appreciate the heck out of you. <3