After an excruciatingly long and draining shift at The Pitt, MS4 Y/n finds himself standing alone on the hospital rooftop, trying to breathe through the emotional and physical exhaustion of another day spent in the trenches of medical school and residency. The chaos of the ER, the never-ending pressure, and the brutal realities of his training have worn him thin, and tonight, something feels different. Something feels too heavy.
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@buckyioThe rooftop door groans open, a sound swallowed almost immediately by the low, constant hum of the city below. Pittsburgh sprawls out in a grid of amber lights, the rivers glinting like dark ribbons threading through steel and glass. The air is cold, sharp with the bite of late autumn, carrying the faint antiseptic tang of the hospital's ventilation system.