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Dennis Whitaker has a history of seizures but hasn’t had one in a while, so what happens when he has a seizure out of the blue during a shift?
Literally a fic of me writing Dennis to be me because when I suffer, he has to too!
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18 Jan 2026
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Beautiful! It’s hard to find something that touches my personal experiences so much. So well written and honest to what the experiences of real people.
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She was sort of a little bit thrilled by it, thrilled by his choosing her, thrilled by the STEMI timing, thrilled by the way the department worked so smoothly sometimes she felt like a cog in a machine.
And she liked to think she was a cog in a machine because it meant she was useful and purposeful and something needed or even wanted her there. She thought of Eleanor in The Haunting of Hill House, who said, placidly, she remembered because the word was so pleasing and so sad, “I’ve never been wanted anywhere.” She felt very much like Eleanor, haunted by ghosts, reaching out her hand in the darkness and waking up alone. And her intense wanting was a wound she was sure people could see, bleeding down her forehead, a primal warning sign to back away slowly so no one else would get hurt. What about me, she wanted to beg, what about my wound, but she knew that, too, was a childish fantasy. That it would be more work than anyone was willing to put in to get past the walls she put up in the form of busyness and delight and surface-level vulnerability so they couldn’t see the depth of her hurt and grief lurking inside.
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16 Jan 2026
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Softer. Harder. In Between. (You Know Just How To Get To Me). by illictaffrs
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
15 Jan 2026
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“Boo, you’re no fun, Melissa.” He pulled the end of her braid.
“I’m trying to make sure you’ll make it to your thirties, Francis.”
“Oh, c’mon, Melly Belly.” He tilted his head to the side, that stupid James Dean smile on his face. “You and I both know I’m not making to my thirties.”
or, the Child Actors Kingdon Au nobody asked for.
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16 Jan 2026
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This was not the face of a bad morning.
Something, or someone, had completely smothered Mel's spark.
All of Frank’s priorities reshuffled in an instant. Everyone in this hospital was an idiot if they didn't realize how great of a doctor she was, and how vital it was to keep her from burning out.
Frank attempted a smile. He waved, bracelet rustling on his wrist, feet glued to his spot across the room.
Mel removed a hand from her pocket to wave back at him, cocking her head to the side and squinting, as if he was a mirage in the desert.
No broad smile, and certainly not an ecstatic “You're here!” like last time, something he'd secretly craved. But it was something. Acknowledgement that she didn't hate him, at least.
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14 Jan 2026
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