#pittmade

the night was entirely too long - too busy. robby was supposed to be off today ... but he's kind of glad he wasn't. wouldn't want to leave that mess of an emergency department on anyone else. lucky for him ( and everyone else ) his husband had a habit of listening to the police radio. especially when robby wasn't home to tell him no. so jack showed up, in the middle of the chaos - and he did manage to quiet the storm a bit. so did the roof. the same roof he'd picked his husband off this morning. now it was the other part's turn to stand and wonder ... the world was cruel - but not this cruel. no matter how tired he was after the shift and a half. no matter how his faith in humanity wavered after a shift like this.

truthfully,  she  wasn't  sure  why  she  sought  him  out  or  why  she  didn't  hesitate  when  picking  up  the  phone  to  do  so.  a  face  so  friendly  in  a  city  that  wasn't  her  own  lowered  walls  she  wasn't  aware  she'd  built  &  it  made  it  easy.  conversation  with  dr  abbot  jack   felt  ...  natural  albeit  new  &  so  did  midnight  coffee  during  a  break  she  wasn't  sure  he  actually  had.  it  excited  her  &  that  in  itself  was  the  root  of  her  frustration.

@pittmade said " here, let me see that. "

he looked worn out, bailey grabs one of the protein bars she'd been carrying around - a snack for emergencies. something she knew was necessary in a field like this. holding it out to him, silently. a man like abbot did not need her to fuss, but she still cared. caring was so deep in bailey's bones, a reason why she'd become a firefighter & a paramedic. but all while bailey was caring, kind & soft - she still wanted to be the best at everything she does. today she hadn't been. at least it didn't feel that way - for some reason it felt like none of them had gotten to everyone in need. bailey in field - she doesn't know if jack felt the same in the pitt.

the pulsating throb of torn flesh oozes crimson colored gore from left thigh. denim jeans soaked with blood and sticking against skin. it hadn’t been so persistent during the ambulance ride, but the moment stretcher entered through those glass emergency room doors, white tiles became painted like a damn CRIME SCENE. he’s quick with it, the agile hands of a skilled professional going straight to work as pressure’s applied to slow down further blood loss. she’s biting back a whimper while adjusting to the lancianting pain shooting down her leg. “fuck..” she breathes out. “you’re gonna numb me first — right, doc?” lifting head up slowly to sneak a look at the damage [ bad idea ]. it’s worse than she had anticipated. “oh god, that’s a lot of blood.” hopefully the couple in the other suv were alright. even if the accident was entirely their fault for running a stop sign.

it depends. he's got a poor relationship with sleep and doesn't sleep a lot, because his mind is constantly going, and he's on high alert around many things. as a result, he's a lighter sleeper. then there are the times when he crashes, and when that happens, he will become a deep sleeper because his body is playing catch-up for all the times when he didn't sleep well.

headache, fatigue, head congestion. she was moving a bit slower, and her work was beginning to show for it. pair her physical symptoms with the irritation of not being able to mentally overcome it . . . frustrated didn't begin to cover it. she'd slipped a mask on after foaming out of the last room, and though she told herself it was purely to protect the people around her from whatever she'd caught, she was also glad to have the majority of her face concealed.

@pittmade asked: " how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

she'd been sitting behind one of the computers at the nurses station, elbows next to the keyboard and head in her hands. the guilt pooling in her stomach was nowhere near as distracting as the relief she felt in closing her eyes. the groan that slipped when dr. abbot called her on whatever she was trying to hide from herself was quiet but completely involuntary. she peels her eyes open to look back at him. the mask may have been covering the most expressive part of her face, but the glassy film in her eyes screamed defeat. she wouldn't lie even if she had the energy.