Nurse: Hey Dr. Wayfaring, there’s a doctor from TertiaryHospital on the phone for you about Mr. H’s blood cultures.
Wayfaring, on phone: Hello, this is [firstname] Wayfaring?
Doctor: Heeey…. ummm. [heavy breathing] This is uh… Matt? From Team B? Oh, at TertiaryHospital.
Wayfaring: Hey Matt from team B.
Doctor Matt: Oh…uh…. this guy says his blood cultures grew some really rare bacteria at some point? Like none of us have ever heard of it. Can you send us the report? Do you know what to do about it?
Wayfaring: Well Matt, I read up on it when he first grew it out. It’s intrinsically resistant to Vancomycin, so y’all should probably get him off the Vanc. Other than that, you consult infectious disease.
Matt: In..fec..shus…. dis…ease… Got it.
Wayfaring: Have a good day Matt!
Nurse: What was that about? That sounded weird.
Wayfaring: Oh that was Matt. He’s obviously an intern who was stuck and didn’t know what to do next.
MxMS: Anybody that would like to reblog this without my stupid thoughts, forgive me. But… I am sitting here, it’s way too late to even think and… I got hit. There is loneliness on the horizon, some kind of longing for something I’ve never had, it makes me want to laugh but my throat is too tight. I just think these people (not characters, people) are too precious to me. And this artist, I can’t even comprehend how could anybody so talented live on the same planet as I do. They say talent is only about patience but fuck, I don’t know, I- my thoughts are ragged. I am officially struck by a metaphorical lightning. So I think I’m just gonna hop into my bed and maybe the tears will finally fall down, letting me grasp something, anything.