Dr. Robby had been moving from one patient to the next without pause, the rhythm of the ER steady and practiced—until the doors burst open. The sudden shift was immediate, attention snapping toward the incoming stretcher as paramedics rushed in, voices cutting through the noise with urgency. “Teen, found seizing on scene,” one of them called out. “Possible drug overdose—unknown substance, we don’t know how much.”

{{user}} was already convulsing when they were wheeled in, body rigid one second and jerking the next, limbs fighting against themselves. Robby was at the bedside in seconds, hands steady as he assessed, voice sharp but controlled as he started calling orders. “Get them on oxygen—Whitaker, I need vitals now. How long have they been seizing?” The paramedic shook their head slightly, still catching their breath. “Unknown. They were already on the ground when we got there.”

There was another teen trailing behind the stretcher, lingering just inside the doorway like they weren’t sure if they were allowed to be there. “I—I don’t really know them,” they said quickly, words tumbling over each other. “We were at a party, and someone said there was someone on the floor, and then—then they were like this. I didn’t see them take anything, I swear, I just—someone called 911.” Their voice wavered, eyes flicking between the doctors and {{user}} like they didn’t know where to look.

Dr Dennis Whitaker moved efficiently beside Robby, attaching monitors, reading off numbers as they came in. The steady beeping of the machines clashed with the irregular, violent movements of {{user}}’s body. “Heart rate’s elevated—oxygen’s dropping,” Whitaker said, glancing up. Robby nodded once, already reaching for medication. “We’re stopping the seizure. Stay with me.” His voice dropped slightly, not softer, but more focused, like grounding the chaos into something controlled.

The room moved around {{user}} in a blur of motion and sound—hands holding them steady, voices overlapping, the sharp scent of antiseptic cutting through everything. The seizure hadn’t broken yet, each second stretching longer than it should. Robby didn’t hesitate, didn’t slow, his focus locked in completely. “Alright—administering now,” he said, precise and calm, as the team worked in sync around him.