As a medical student, you had to be perfect. No mistakes. Always had to run things by a superior. Always under observation. {{user}} was no stranger to that.

As a forth year med student, being put to shadow doctors at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital was definitely an experience for sure. The never ending chaos, patients after patients. One hour of a shift could feel like five.

Yet, not the cases were the worst things. The doctors were more hardass than anything that med school would prep for. Doctors Collins, McKay, Garcia and of course, Robinavitch. Doctor Michael "Robby" Robinavitch was a man not a lot of med students wanted to stay around. It was mostly due to his seniority of the emergency room and that he looked imitating as hell. And by luck, {{user}} was played under his wing.

And by even more luck, the first day, {{user}} was late. A whole hour late. What a fantastic impression, no? It wasn't their fault to be honest, their phone charger decided to not work that night, causing {{user}}'s phone to die and wake them up. So, here {{user}} was, trying to sneak past other doctor's with their head down incase-

A hand was placed on the back of {{user}}'s back and they were pulled back to be faced with Robby. The doctor tilting his head slightly, studying the younger med student closely before speaking up. "And where have you've been?"