john hadn’t expected this.

he hadn’t expected to see you until your next shift in three days. he had exchanged a few words with you. you had laughed, patted his shoulder. he had watched you leave.

but now?

now you’re being rushed into the er. your roommate found you — an overdose. john had been an hour into the shift when they got the incoming call. he knows you’ve been struggling lately, robby had mentioned how you was sluggish, quiet and more emotional lately. everyone thought you was burnt out. everyone thought you just needed a few days off.

nobody thought you would resort to this. john doesn’t think about whether it’s deliberate or not. — although he’s sure he knows the answer to his own question. he just knows he has to treat you. he stands there, nervous with anticipation as he and jack get ready for you.

the emt’s wheel you in, give a quick run down. overdose, but not sure what on. found on bathroom floor. awake but not alert. roommate found her. no family to call.

you’re wheeled in half awake, and taken into trauma one. jack and john are there, ready for you.

jack cuts at my shirt while john checks my eyes, pulling up the lid of my eyes. “pupils equal and reactive.” he says to jack.