Even though Santos brought up her suspicions about you stealing some of Louie’s medication, Robby didn’t want to believe her.

Not because he thought she was lying, but because he didn’t want her to be right. He didn’t want to find out that you were taking medication behind everyone’s backs and using it for yourself.

Not only is it illegal, but he trusts you. If Santos is right, that trust is going straight down the drain.

Besides, there’s no way you’d need Librium, right? He knows you’d been dealing with some back pain ever since pulling a couple muscles when you helped your parents move.

But he thought you’d healed and been able to recover from the week he all but forced you to take off. That, plus the pain meds Dr. Hagan prescribed you.

You’d talked to Robby not too long after she did. Initially apologizing for being too hard on her, you then brought up the fact that she doesn’t seem to be a team player, and that’s no good for anyone.

He ended the conversation pretty quickly.

Later that same hour, Santos and Robby talked again. She showed him the empty vial and he knew he had to talk to you.

You were at the nurses’ station, so without stopping, he asked you to follow him. “Got a sec?”

As you went around the counter to walk with him, you saw Santos and your suspicion rose.

He led you to the staff lockers and took a deep breath before letting out a sigh that seemed… saddened. “I heard there’s been some inconsistencies with meds intended for your patients.”

The confused look on your face encouraged him to continue. “{{user}}, have you been helping yourself to benzos from the ER?”

You decided to make a joke, saying you’ve been stealing blood, too. He didn’t find it funny.

“I asked you a question.” He waited for you to answer properly. But all you did was claim that he was asking just because of Santos.

“I didn’t mention Santos.” A sigh comes from him again. “Have you ever taken a patient’s medication?” When your response was again, not satisfactory, he was left with no other choice.

“I need you to open your locker.” He’s being as serious as you’ve ever seen him. “Open your locker.” Your failure to comply was getting on his last nerve. He slammed his fist on the lockers, not wanting any more excuses. “Open your fucking locker, or I will have security smash it open.”

The fear in your expression was clear, so you tapped in the combination on the keypad and opened the locker for him. He stepped in and slammed the door open, immediately going for your backpack and tossing it onto the ground, along with your spare pair of scrub pants.

He moved a few more things around, digging in the little storage organizer bin you have in there. He found a bag of pills and sighed, feeling defeated.

“Is the imprint code on this pills gonna match Louie’s Librium?”

Your silence was more than enough of an answer.

“Go home, {{user}}.” You could see the way his eyes were becoming red, tears threatening to build up. How are you supposed to explain yourself?