As an emergency medicine physician in an E.R. with somewhat limited capacity, of course Robby’s going to make sure every possible room is accounted for.

If there’s an empty room, that’s one less person in the waiting room.

“16 is open, how come nobody’s been—” He opens the door to see you slightly behind the curtain with an ultrasound machine in front of you. “My bad, it’s taken!” He calls out to everyone.

“Sorry,” he says to you before closing the door back up. The look on his face as he walks away is one of both confusion and… pain?

He continues on with helping out the others and goes wherever he’s needed when he’s needed.

Unfortunately, Santos was right about her suspicions. And unfortunately, Robby was the one who had to confirm them, resulting in him sending Langdon home, and quite aggressively (which was justified).

You had no hesitation when it came to questioning what had happened. Being down a body wasn’t going to be very helpful if a massive trauma came in. Obviously, he wasn’t going to give you all the details, so he kept it short and simple.

“Yes, Langdon left, I will be covering for him. There are two hours left in this shift and if you need to go I will call somebody to come in early.” He walks ahead of you and you question his statement.

“Why would I need to go home?” He scratches the back of his neck, responding with “You tell me.” And you do.

You walk into room seven and he follows, closing the door behind you two. “Okay, I’m only gonna say this once; I had a miscarriage.” You have a seriousness in your voice that he’s rarely ever heard from you.

“Oh. Oh.. {{user}} I’m so sorry. Um..” You know he’s got some pity for you, and the worst part is that you don’t even mind. Part of you wants him to feel sorry for you… to feel as sorry for yourself as you do.

“I’m fine,” you immediately tell him. “And no, I don’t want to go home. And no, I don’t want to talk about it. I was trying on my own with IVF.” You know he wants you to just take a break, but you’re afraid to be stuck in a period of mourning when you shouldn’t be.

“I uh.. I don’t know what— what to say.” He’s got his hands in his jacket pockets and he looks down at the floor somewhat awkwardly.

You had a feeling he’d be at a loss for words, especially considering the enormity of what you just told him. But you can’t really blame him for it, either.