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"No worries, man. You're good." He put a hearty hand on Javi's shoulder, grinning. "I dunno why I bother going into these cafes anyway when all I drink is black coffee anyhow." Atticus pulled out a cigarette, held it between his two fingers. "How are you, man? You alright? You seemed kinda...frazzled for a moment there. Fair enough though, working at Kingsley does that to a man."

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arms up in protection of his head and the cinnamon role he'd purchased tucked safely away in a scrub pocket, javi stumbled hastily out of the café and into the street. just managing to soften the blow of his brushing past an unsuspecting passerby on the way, he immediately flashed his best smile. "ah, sorry!" a momentary pause, the smile still firmly in place. “i would offer to buy you a coffee to apologise but i'm scared if i go back in there it won't be the menu i'm hit with... but something much more substantial."

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Atticus took the random coffee cup to his surprise. The woman seemed confused. "Not quite my order but I'll never refuse a cup of coffee. Or cookies, for that matter." He took a hesitant sip, not used to the cream as he usually takes his black. It was a nice difference.

Another sip. "I'm a medical professional too. Endocrinology." He attended his hand, smiling faintly. "Sounds like your day was exciting. Atticus Peters, pleased to meet your acquaintance."

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 “   hey   ⸺   i   wasn’t   sure   how   you   take   it   so   i   just   went   with   safe;   no   sugar,   splash   of   cream.   it’s   a   coffee   roulette.   ”   she   lets   out   a   soft   chuckle,   clearly   amused   by   her   own   words   yet   her   gaze   is   stuck   in   the   patients   card   right   in   front   of   her   as   she’s   occupying   what   was   the   last   free   bench   with   a   table.   “   also,   i   brought   cookies.   not   surgical-grade   cookies   or   whatever   that   is,   they’re   warm   and   sugary   and   not   from   the   vending   machine,   which   is   probably   a   treat   for   your   stomach,   eat   up.   sorry,   i’ll   be   with   you   in   a   second   ⸺ ”   she’s   frowning,   her   focus   fully   on   the   pieces   of   paper   as   she’s   flipping   through   the   pages;   almost   as   if   she’s   hoping   to   find   an   answer   in   what   she   has   memorized   anyway.   “   okay.   i’ll   take   care   of   it   later   …   oh   my   god,   listen   up   !   i   just   assisted   on   this   gallbladder   removal   that   my   intern   had,   you   know,   the   big   solo   surgery   ?   and   she   just   sneezes   in   the   middle   of   it.   like,   full   sneeze.   mask   on,   obviously,   but   still   ;   i   didn’t   see   it   coming   and   i   almost   handed   her   a   clamp   instead   of   suction,   she’s   avoiding   me   ever   since   and   …   oh   shit   !   ”   a   green   straw   from   her   medium   strawberry   lemonade   slips   out   of   her   lips   as   she   finally   bothers   to   make   an   eye   contact,   only   to   realize   this   is   not   who   she   was   supposed   to   meet   up   in   between   surgeries.

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「 lewis pullman, cis man + he/him 」🔬  ‧₊˚  ⋆ ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ did you page atticus peters from endocrinology. they’re the thirty two year old attending at kingsley memorial hospital, they’ve been working here for 4 years. you’ve probably seen them if you catched a up to bandaged fingers, sticky note-covered walls, hot black coffee, pill bottles, the patients that do like them would tell you they are passionate and encouraging, but some of them think they’re secretive and moody. time is rushing, just go and find them. 

TW psychiatric hospitalization

Atticus Peters had an unusual upbringing. His parents brought him up in a SoCal commune that focused on community, fellowship, and carrots; they farmed vegetables for a living which made for a quite volatile financial situation. At one point, Atticus remembered eating raw produce for dinner because his mother and father could afford nothing else. Atticus yearned to be “normal” like his classmates – he just wanted to play video games and eat Pop Tarts but life had other plans for him. 

“Your father, he…he just needs some time away, alright Atty?” Atticus didn’t quite understand why his father needed to be “put away” sometimes but that maybe it had something to do with that incident where he was arrested for public indecency. Or maybe when he went on a hunger strike for a week or so because of the “injustices of the world.” Perhaps when he told Atticus that sometimes he can hear his mother speak to him, except that Atticus’s grandmother passed away before he was born. 

Atticus knew that he was going to be different from his family. He loved them but he needed stability. Atticus excelled in his studies and got a full ride to a local college. In school, Atticus found medicine but started to struggle. “I’m going to become a doctor,” He told his girlfriend at the time. “Alright Atty,” she looked at him with concern. 

Atty started to act strangely too, you see. Started to not always make sense when texting his drinking buddies. Started to spend exuberant amounts of money on his girlfriend, so much that he ran up an entire credit card. “I’m doing this because I love you, Jessa!” It ended with a psychiatric hospitalization and a severe breakup. With no relationship, Atticus threw himself into his studies and graduated with honors. 

Currently Atticus works at Kingsley Memorial as an attending in the endocrinology unit. He’s finally tasting that stability he desperately craved as a child and eventually wants someone to share it with. For now though? He’s happy with his Brooklyn apartment and his Siamese cat, Gregory.

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Quick (fun?) Facts:

He's 6'0"

He's a cat dad (Gregory the Siamese cat)

He was professionally diagnosed with Bipolar 1 Disorder at 19

He smokes cigarettes and hates it

He's bisexual

He's from SoCal (San Bernardino)

He loves black coffee

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whatever you say, gorgeous

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🔬  ‧₊˚  ⋆  ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 ! atticus   peters lewis pullman,   this   isn’t   med   school   anymore   ⸺   this   is   real   life,   real   patients,   real   consequences.   here's   how   you   survive:   pick   up   your   scrubs   within   the   next   24   hours,   keep   your   hands   steady,   read   through   your   first   day   book   and   do   not   get   attached   to   patients   or   your   coworkers.   

「 lewis pullman, cis man + he/him 」🔬  ‧₊˚  ⋆ ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ did you page atticus peters from endocrinology. they’re the thirty two year old attending at kingsley memorial hospital, they’ve been working here for 4 years. you’ve probably seen them if you catched a up to bandaged fingers, sticky note-covered walls, hot black coffee, pill bottles, the patients that do like them would tell you they are passionate and encouraging, but some of them think they’re secretive and moody. time is rushing, just go and find them.