drwalsh

[drwalsh]

after six months in civilian medicin, emery started to go to therapy. just to try it out at first. she struggled to speak about what she has experienced, not just in the navy, but also with her sister [ she still do, even if she tries to open up. ] but she got a therapy dog, as recommended by her therapist. she has had penny since she was a puppy, and she just turned one.

[drwalsh]

emery is the oldest of four sisters. sloane, avery, johanna and elizabeth. emery was 15 at the time, when the police came to their door & she hid in the hallway, hearing that her sister was hit by a car and had been brought to the hospital, but never made it into surgery. johanna was only 8 when she died. her current obsession at the time had been the universe & emery's scrub cap has a navy base with hundreds of little stars, moons, etc on it.

[drwalsh]

emery is a board - certified emergency and trauma surgeon, who just finished a commision in the U.S navy medical corps [ six years. ] through the residency to direct accession [ R2DA. ] program. she has worked approximately one and a half year at pittsburg trauma medical senter when season one takes place.

emery majored in health science with a pre - med track, and minored in chemistry in college + taking the necessary classes to prepare for the MCAT.

after completing four years and got her bachelor's degree, she took the MCAT exam and got into perelman school of medicine at the university of pennsylvania and earned her M.D.

continue into general surgery and completing her residency, she was chief resident of her class and practically lived in the ER for most of those years. she finished her civilian training before commisioning, entering the U.S navy medical corps.

she transioned to civillian medicin after six years with the navy and she completes her active - duty commitment. [ four years + two more after they funded her fellowship in trauma / critical care surgery. ] her last mission was a humanitarian mission on a hospital ship.

[drwalsh]

gimme shen, ellis and abbot things.

[drwalsh]

✩˚｡⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋.

Below is a list of sentence starters themed around being in the hospital. Sorted into categories of the hospital staff , the patient , & the loved ones. Feel free to change pronouns as needed. Do not add to the list , & always reblog from the source.

TW. HOSPITAL , MEDICAL EMERGENCIES , MEDICAL CRISIS , MEDICAL ENVIRONMENT.

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅.

“ I'm going to tell you what I tell every young doctor. Hopefully you'll be the first to listen. On your day off, get as far away from this place as you can. Go someplace where you feel most like yourself. ”

" You've been at it for hours. It's slowing down, you should go get some rest. "

" This place is like a madhouse. It's like everyone decided today was they day to get injured. "

" We're gonna make sure you're as comfortable as possible. You're in good hands. "

"It's going to be okay. We have some of the best doctors and nurses in the country working here.

" We'll, probably keep you overnight. Just to be safe. "

" I think it's best that we don't jump to conclusions just yet. "

" You suffered a major accident. You're lucky to be alive. "

" In my professional opinion ... Surgery is the best option I'm afraid. "

" It's a long shot but I think it's the best chance you have at a full recovery. "

" This isn't my first 48 hour shift ... I'll be fine. Promise. "

" Right now, we need to be talking about what to do, if they don't make it. "

" The surgery was a success! You can be happy to know you'll be back on your feet in no time. "

" It's not gonna be the same. You'll have to work harder ... But you'll live. "

" I became a doctor/nurse to save a life. So that's what I'm gonna do. "

" Sir/Ma'am?! You can't be back here! You need to be checked in to see any patients here! "

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓.

" I'm in this hospital bed. I'm barely conscious. Delirious. Drowning in my own blood. And all I can hear myself think is ' Today's the day. Today's the day you die ' "

“ I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot. ”

" Is there anything else that you can do? "

" So what's the damage Doc? Am I gonna live? "

" I hate hospitals. It's nothing but people sitting around , waiting for some old guy to come give you the news you don't wanna hear. "

" I'm pretty sure it's a requirement that all hospitals serve crappy food. Don't be such a baby. "

" As soon as you get walking around, the sooner you can get out of here. Sound like a fair trade? "

" So that's it then? There's nothing you can do? "

" Can I at least get something besides pudding? "

" I hate hospitals. It's always so bleak.

" Listen, I appreciate everything you've done, but I'm fine. So draw up those discharge papers and I'll be on my way.

" I can't believe I'm finally getting out of here! "

" Give it to me straight Doc. How bad is it? "

" If I have to have another iv put in I'm gonna go crazy. "

" Can I at least get up and walk around? "

" I'm actually feeling really good this morning. "

" You guys really don't have to hang around here and watch me lay here feeling sorry for myself. "

" I'll be fine on my own. You guys shouldn't have to stay cooped up here too. "

" I just need something for the pain. An aspirin would be at least some help. "

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒.

" They're gonna be okay … Right Doctor? "

" As soon as you get walking around, the sooner you can get out of here. Sound like a fair trade? "

" I'm not going anywhere. So stop insisting. I'm staying. "

" The doctor's said you'll be fine in a few days. Just gotta stay here and rest so they can an eye on you. "

" You've been out for a long time. "

" Had us worried for a second. Glad to see you're awake. "

" You were banged up pretty bad. "

" Doctor's say we're lucky we got you here when we did. Otherwise we could have lost you. "

" Don't scare me like that ever again. I thought I lost you. "

" You don't know how happy I am to see you awake. "

" It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna be right here when you get out. "

" You're gonna stay in that bed, and do what the doctor's said. I'm not taking no for an answer. "

" I'm gonna go down to the cafeteria. Want me to sneak something back for you? "

" I don't mind hanging around. I'd just be worrying about you at home. "

" I'm fine right here with you. So stop asking okay? "

" I'm right here with you. Okay? "

" We can get through this. "

[drwalsh]

thinking emery had to fight for her spot when she was coming up, bc while she was always talented, she was also a woman and i think that translate into how she bulldoze a little.

[drwalsh]

The Pitt(blr) + night shift best shift: emery walsh edition

[drwalsh]

›   FIRST   TOUCH   PROMPTS    →    receiver   to   sender.

brushing   hair   behind   their   ear

hands   grazing   while   reaching   for   the   same   object

catching   them   by   the   waist

helping   them   up   and   not   letting   go

fixing   their   collar   or   necklace

knees   bumping   under   the   table

tucking   something   off   their   face

draping   a   coat   over   their   shoulders

pinkies   brushing

falling   asleep   on   their   shoulder

touching   their   wrist

hand   falling   over   theirs   mid-laugh

fixing   their   tie   or   jewelry

whispering   with   a   hand   on   their   knee

lingering   touch   while   passing   an   object

playful   hand   to   the   chest

hands   meeting   in   the   dark

wiping   away   a   tear

stopping   them   by   the   wrist

buttoning   their   shirt   or   jacket

dancing   for   the   first   time

hands   meeting   over   a   shared   item

tending   to   a   wound

shoulder   bump   turning   into   leaning

touching   their   heart

cleaning   a   cut

brushing   hands   at   an   event

tripping   into   their   arms

untying   them   from   restraints

fastening   a   necklace

shoulders   brushing   in   a   crowd

helping   with   a   coat

adjusting   their   posture

guiding   with   a   hand   on   the   back

brushing   something   off   their   shoulder

carrying   them

hiding   in   a   tight   space

dabbing   a   cut   on   the   lip

steadying   them   over   a   step

holding   their   hand   while   dazed

falling   into   each   other

cupping   their   face

pulling   them   into   a   protective   hold

holding   hands   after   a   nightmare

sharing   a   coat   pocket

removing   something   from   their   face

helping   unzip   a   dress

brushing   hair   off   their   forehead

touching   their   cheek   while   laughing

tracing   a   faint   scar   or   mark

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back

resting   their   chin   on   their   shoulder

reaching   out   to   stop   them   mid-step

straightening   their   glasses   or   hat

helping   them   into   a   seat

lifting   them   over   a   puddle   or   obstacle

touching   their   jaw   while   talking

fixing   a   loose   button   or   strap

cleaning   something   off   their   lip

giving   their   hand   a   reassuring   squeeze

resting   their   hand   on   the   small   of   their   back

brushing   snow   or   dust   from   their   hair

holding   their   hand   during   a   scary   moment

steadying   them   as   they   climb   or   balance

touching   their   arm   to   get   their   attention

pulling   them   close   for   a   photo

grabbing   their   hand   to   run   together

placing   their   hand   over   theirs

pinning   a   flower   or   corsage   on   their   outfit

sliding   fingers   into   theirs   during   silence

wiping   a   smudge   off   their   face

catching   them   as   they   faint

brushing   dirt   from   their   cheek

pulling   them   into   shelter   from   rain

slipping   their   hand   into   a   pocket   for   warmth

leaning   against   their   shoulder   while   laughing

reaching   for   them   in   the   dark

resting   a   head   on   their   lap

catching   their   face   before   a   fall

holding   them   upright   while   tipsy

brushing   fingers   along   their   sleeve

guiding   their   hand   while   drawing   or   writing

removing   an   eyelash   from   their   cheek

helping   them   zip   up   a   coat

pulling   a   twig   from   their   hair

offering   their   hand   to   dance

cradling   their   hand   during   a   tense   moment

brushing   past   them   in   a   narrow   hallway

clasping   their   arm   to   steady   them

pressing   their   forehead   to   theirs

leaning   in   to   whisper   against   their   ear

holding   onto   their   sleeve

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh

smoothing   their   hair   gently

tracing   a   line   across   their   palm

gently   lifting   their   chin

bumping   into   them   and   staying   close

catching   their   hand   mid-gesture

brushing   crumbs   off   their   lips

squeezing   their   arm   for   comfort

[drwalsh]

starter call. lemme voice my wife.

[drwalsh]

every time i remember emery is 5'4 i giggle. bc how does she just bulldoze her way infront of ppl without struggle. i do love it however. she so unapolegetically takes up space and honestly, as she should.

[drwalsh]

found me some emery walsh inspo posts, now we know where i'll be taking the vibes from.

[drwalsh]

after six months in civilian medicin, emery started to go to therapy. just to try it out at first. she struggled to speak about what she has experienced, not just in the navy, but also with her sister [ she still do, even if she tries to open up. ] but she got a therapy dog, as recommended by her therapist. she has had penny since she was a puppy, and she just turned one.

[drwalsh]

emery is the oldest of four sisters. sloane, avery, johanna and elizabeth. emery was 15 at the time, when the police came to their door & she hid in the hallway, hearing that her sister was hit by a car and had been brought to the hospital, but never made it into surgery. johanna was only 8 when she died. her current obsession at the time had been the universe & emery's scrub cap has a navy base with hundreds of little stars, moons, etc on it.

[drwalsh]

always liked to be in control of any situation, liked things to be done right, ever since she was a kid. liked to know the outcome. [ and yes, she knew it came from how little control she felt when johanna died. and the time that followed after. ] but she didn't see that as a bad thing. and yes, sometimes she stepped outside the line, it got a little nitty gritty, but it wasn't a every day occurance. it wasn't the norm. simultaneously, if someone she cared about came through those doors, she wouldn't want there to be anyone else to care for them. though luck, respecting someone for their skill [ even if it didn't quite translate into her actions. ] but not agreeing with everything they do.

when it doesn't look like the patients life hangs in the balance, she allow herself a thirty second break for the first time this shift. to breath out. head tilt to the right, ear to shoulder. crack. head tilt to the left, ear to shoulder. another satisying crack. inhaling, there's a roll of shoulder, easing some of the tension.

" oh well, maybe i'll steal some of the pastry for this fruitless journey, " seen sutton around here earlier and usually that meant cinnamonbuns in the breakroom. and maybe this sparring match with him will hold her over the drousy feeling usually creeping up on her at roughly three in the night if there's no new cases incoming. it's a pretty slow night. and while not a supersticious person, she doesn't voice that out loud. it'd be like cursing in church. a shrug of shoulder before finally looking away from the patient and over at him. " last one was wheeled to post op ten minutes ago, "

❛ fuck  me. ❜  yeah,  that's  usually  the  sentiment  he  holds  around  walsh.  it's  grumbled,  in  true  peeved  old  man  fashion.  it's  not  like  he  thinks  of  himself  as  a  god  (  unlike  some  people  ),  but  for  fuck's  sake,  some  trust  would  be  mighty  nice.  head  tips  back.  eyes  squeeze  shut,  and  he  practices  his  grounding  techniques.  one  of  them,  anyways:  in,  hold,  out.  in,  hold,  out.  in,  hold  .  .  .

he  turns.  pivots  unsteadily,  leg  wobbling  just  so  beneath  the  pressure  that  a  long  night  provides.  wear  and  tear,  push  and  shove,  whatever  you  want  to  call  it.  abbot  pushes  his  shoulders  back,  is  hot  on  emery's  trail,  arms  folded  firmly  across  a  scrub  -  clad  chest.

he  shares  a  look  with  the  nurses  that  speaks  silent  volumes:  head  shakes,  brows  crease,  hand  waves  dismissively  in  walsh's  direction.  not  because  he  doesn't  respect  her  judgement,  but  because  he  respects  his  too.  it's  not  arrogance  if  you're  damn  good  at  what  you  do,  tried  and  tested.

❛ waste  of  time, ❜ fingers  drum  against  strong  forearms.  ❛ overcautious  med  student  was  the  one  who  brought  the  concern  to  shen,  who  called  you  before  runnin'  it  by  me. ❜  well  -  oiled  machine,  they  are.  most  nights.  ❛ you  must  be  real  bored  to  be  lookin'  over  my  shoulder.  all  outta  fresh  bodies  upstairs? ❜  yap,  yap,  yap.  that's  what  jack  abbot  does  best.  patient  is  unconscious,  but  stable.  doesn't  have  to  be  subjected  to  their  bickering.

[drwalsh]

never quite known someone like jack abbot. not before, not after, and she praise herself lucky for it. the way he get under her skin, with just breathing in the same vicinity as her, it couldn't be good for her migrains. or maybe that's just abbot. maybe he is the migrain forming at the forefront of her head. unfortunately for her, he work just as much nights as her, and he rarely just breaths. he is a talker. a certified yapper if she ever met one.

lips press into a thin line, hands tucked at her sides & chin tips up, eyes narrowing ever so little. at him. through him really. as if somehow she could look straight through his chest and to the patient she was paged down here for, to see just what he had been up to. who knows what kind of ER cowboy shit he got up to in the time it took her to get down here.

" well, you'll excuse me, " fuck right off is the tone. flat, cut, sharp. not in the mood [ when is she ever. ] to let him tell her what she should or shouldn't do. " if i don't take your word for it, " most of the time he got lucky, sure. and most of the time, it meant hours in the OR, fixing the mess he left her with. a mess that could have been avoided in the first place, if he didn't just run off script and did his own thing. " mmm, i'm sure you had a scalpel in how said cookie crumbled, " squid game presicion, she's sure. quick to step around him and pull the door he just closed back open, walking inside without a word. there is a slight nod towards the two nurses still in the room, before eyes drift from monitors to the scans still up.

❛ doctor  walsh, ❜  greeting  is  dry,  tone  weighed  down  by  the  hours  of  chaos  that  have  settled  atop  his  chest  like  a  goddamn  elephant.  still,  there's  a  hint  of  amusement;  hint  of  humor.  he's  in  the  process  of  peeling  off  a  crimson  -  soaked  pair  of  gloves,  latex  snapping  in  begrudging  defeat  when  he  frees  his  fingers.

into  the  trash  they  go.  finally,  jack  abbot  locks  eyes  with  his  favorite  frenemy.  head  tilts.  lips  twitch  at  the  corners,  fighting  to  form  something  akin  to  a  smug  smile.  ❛ gonna  have  to  put  the  knife  collection  away, ❜  brows  quirk.  ❛ took  care  of  your  surgical  consult.  turns  out,  he  didn't  need  surgery  at  all.  hallelujah. ❜

she  won't  be  happy  about  it.  it's  morbid,  but  doctors  are  like  that.  especially  surgeons.  they  hope  for  a  gnarly  one,  a  chance  to  slice  and  dice.  the  attending  slides  a  heavy  glass  door  shut  behind  himself,  shoulders  rising  in  a  nonchalant  shrug.  ❛ just  the  way  the  cookie  crumbles  sometimes, ❜  tongue  clicks.  head  shakes  in  faux  dismay;  faux  sympathy.  ❛ always  a  treat  seeing  you  pop  your  head  'round  these  lowly  parts,  though. ❜

@drwalsh liked for a STARTER.

[drwalsh]

every time i remember emery is 5'4 i giggle. bc how does she just bulldoze her way infront of ppl without struggle. i do love it however. she so unapolegetically takes up space and honestly, as she should.

[drwalsh]

if u ask me who i ship emery with, it's everyone. if you're asking me on a deeper level, it's whoever doesn't shy from her bark and happily sparr with her intellectually and won't give her an easy out, but also has her back ♡