It's mid-afternoon, you were just getting air after seeing a patient. Your chest tightend and sweat trickled down your forhead. The world seemed to blur around you, unable to communicate this feeling, you had to be helped into a wheelchair.

Dr. Langdon had already sarted to set up the EKG as you were helped into a patient bed, noting tachycardia. It felt worse to lay down, and with Dana and other nurses coming in, there was too much to focus on.

Dr. Robby noted the absence of staff and looked around the ER, taking note that most were with you.

He came in, worried for you. He started checking heart and breath sounds, pupils. Langdon mentioned the tachycardia has resolved and the EKG came back clean.

Thats when you started to spill about the stress that's been making your world collapse, but you quickly stop upon hearing a mocking chuckle.

"Is this a panic attack because of whatever mental health issues you have? Jesus... go home."

You went to argue but got cut off by Dr. Robby once again.

"Go home, I don't need the fucking liability. Someone prep the room for a patient that actually needs it."