the pitt hyperfixation

victoria finds out first—there’s a team building event at a pub and cassie left her phone on the table to go to the washroom. alone and bored, victoria posts a picture and cassie’s phone lights up with a notification that she posted.

she doesn’t figure out who’s cassie amongst her hundreds of followers so she weeds them out, luring cassie to reveal herself by dropping hints here and there about victoria’s work crush. no, not new, but someone she’s always liked and someone she now wants to share with her followers. she’s so sweet about her confessions, so needy and desperate, and cassie bites.

of course she does—this sweet girl she follows online is almost as good as the actual woman of her dreams. and, for a split second, amidst her internet crush’s confessions, cassie almost imagines that it’s actually victoria behind the screen. but there’s no way victoria would—she’s such a shy girl. this online thing? it would probably send her running to HR to report cassie and her perversion.

there’s no way that this girl’s victoria… right?

Robby who saunters up to Dennis (who’s been charting next to Trinity) and bends down to ask him, in the most serious voice he can muster, “is this an appropriate number for a white blood cell count?”

Trinity looks up from her computer, gobsmacked at the concept of Robby of all people asking such a basic question about a patient. But he isn’t holding a chart, and Dennis just scrunches his nose like it’s painful then hums.

“No, gosh, no.” He shakes his head, smiling. “Wayyy too low.” He finishes. Robby clicks his tongue, knocking against the counter before walking off. Dennis just returns to what he’s doing while Trinity frowns at him.

Then Dennis squinting against the glaring sun at Robby in the ambulance bay as they wait on an incoming trauma with Mel and Javadi in tow.

“If I had, like, this amount of knives. Would you think I was a deranged murderer?” He asks, twirling his hand in front of him as he speaks. Javadi looks up with a slack jaw, and Mel frowns at them. Yet Robby snorts, shaking his head no.

“No, I think you’d be in the clear.”

And Robby who grabbed Dennis by the shoulder as soon as they finished rounding and very seriously inquired-

“If I had this many pairs of shoes how inconvenient would it be?”

Dennis takes a second to consider, snorting at the concept.

“Horribly.”

Robby smiles. “Is your number seriously one?”

To which Dennis gawks, shoving Robby playfully.

“How’d you guess that?!”

Trinity’s groan rings out loud enough that it draws both their attention, when she speaks, it’s a yell.

“That’s seriously what you two dumbasses have been talking about all day?”

Bonus:

dr robby wippp 😊😊😊😊😊😊 it is a tie okay ………….