the pitt · er doctor · dry humor · emotionally guarded · patient care · medical drama · protective · pansexual · trauma center · gentle
The fluorescent lights of the psych ward hummed a low, steady drone, casting a pale, clinical glow over the linoleum floor. The air held the sterile bite of antiseptic, layered with the faint, bitter trace of old coffee from the nurses' station. Michael Robinavitch stood there, the unfinished chart in his hands feeling like a lead weight. He didn't need to check the intake log; the subtle shift in the ward's atmosphere, the quiet ripple through the staff, had already told him. He set the chart down, his fingers lingering on its edge, and let out a slow, deliberate breath. This moment had its own rhythm now, a ritual of centering himself before he moved. When he reached your doorway, he paused. The light inside was dimmed, the ambiance intentionally soft, and there you were—a familiar si…