#pinkauras.

zoya singh was an observer  —  she was a quiet individual, and someone that liked to watch others from afar; learn their quirks and tricks without having to even speak to them. she had her suspicions, but rarely followed up in them due to a lack of interest. it had only been the gala where her suspicions finally blossomed, and ryan's answers were enough to provide her with the realization that she was right. requesting sienna for her service was a secret test, wanting to see how she worked and who she was as an individual  —  if asked, she would deny that she was making sure sienna was a good fit for ryan, admittance would mean she cared. she falls into step beside the intern, hands moving together to rub at the hand sanitizer she had just gathered beneath a dispenser.   “   are you caught up?   ”   she asks, although she doesn’t allow sienna time to fully answer as they move towards the pitt.   “   twenty one year old motorcycle victim. helmet on scene. what are we going to be looking for first?   ”

the speech at the gala had shaken him up  —  the realization that despite a name that was famous in the medical world, he was still at the bottom of the surgical pole and one mistake could cost him his internship at pine valley. despite that, he maintained calm during working hours, always being on top of patient charts and making sure to not overstep or make impulsive decisions. the elevator dings when he reaches the proper floor, fifteen minutes early to rounds; hands are shoved lazily into coat pockets as he moves towards the nursing station, asking for the caseload that tess would be working on and refreshing his memory on the cases that he’d be shadowing that day. cardio remained his specialty of choice, but peds remained something that was always in the back of his mind, an interest that snuck up on him.   “   dr. reed-harrison,   ”   professional smile forms on his lips.   “   i’m on your service today, caught up on the patients that are on your roster for the day and happy to help wherever necessary.   ”   a pause, debating on the words before he allows them to spill out.   “   and congratulations.   ”

“   hey,   ”   she’s cautious as she goes towards the other, mostly because she’s been barked at so many times tonight that she can barely keep up with who’s already told her to fuck off.   “   just making rounds, making sure we’re all taking care of ourselves, too.   ”   a nurse never rests, especially during moments like these where it’s obvious that those in the surgical chain were working overtime to make sure that the injured didn’t end up in a body bag.   “   here. water and a snack, it’s not much but you gotta stay hydrated.   ”   a beat of pause, waiting for dinah to take the snacks from her grasp.   “   before you even think of pulling the whole i’m fine speel, we both know that being dehydrated and not eating the damn granola bar is going to kick your ass later when you’re either in surgery or running between patients. so please just accept the help and i’ll move on.   ”   maybe her own patience was going down the gutter, but that didn’t stop her from having her bag filled with goodies to hand out.

exhaustion is the understatement of the century  —  it felt as though once one case ended, another was shoved within her grasp. she powers through, at least to the best of her ability, but her patience with people begins to dwindle near the end, and it’s not shocking that word got around of her sour mood. tragedies always hit the hardest, and yes, even with those who struggled to visualize their emotions like zoya; especially when fighting tooth and nail to keep every patient above water. she internally hated the idea of watching a patient go through all that trauma. a pile of cases next to her and her grip so tight on her pen that you can practically see the knuckles beneath trying to pry their way out of her skin.   “   i’m going to be here all night.   ”   it’s mostly commentary to herself, barely registering those around her. after two long shifts of running her ass off, it wasn't shocking that she was silently venting to herself.   “   i never fucking liked ferryboats.   ”

franny loved her job,  there was no doubt about that,  she prided herself on her intellect and quick hands.  however,  there were moments where she was burned in the end,  many individuals thinking that nurses were the lesser of the unit and using that attitude to push cases onto them without even asking if they could handle it.  dr. keaton was one of those individuals  —  he could walk onto the unit and immediately francesca’s demeanor would change,  a shade of pettiness and loathing seeping into her skin. back from his momentary suspension,  he was already rising hell and high waters when he walked around the unit,  barking orders at interns or nurses alike.  many just took the orders,  trying to stay on the good side of the surgeon,  but franny was not someone that did things without manners,  refusing to do an iv for room 205 because he simply yelled at her  (no,  he didn’t use her name,  he used nurse with the purple scrubs)  to do it and walked away.   she allowed him to yell,  allowed him to call her useless and stupid,  incompetent even.  she sat there with her brow raised and her arms slightly folded;  crying happened behind closed doors,  not on the floor,  she prided herself on her professionalism,  even though internally she was breaking down into tears from the yelling that was happening towards her.  anger outweighed the sadness and embarrassment,  anger at the surgeon that believed nurses were the inferior staff members when without them,  the hospital wouldn’t run.  steam can basically be seen coming from her ears,  barely acknowledging tess and what she was asking,  daggers being thrown towards dr. keaton’s back.   “   excuse me,  i have to go make a scene.   ”   and she’s up,  ready to go on her mission.