FANDOM: The Pitt PAIRING: Frank Langdon/Michael “Robby” Robinavitch RATING: Explicit SUMMARY: A direct sequel to Don’t turn around, exploring Frank’s attempts at rehabilitation, the breakdown of his marriage, and the unhealthy reliance he has on his bosses approval. Robby cannot help but indulge him, desperate for the connection despite the guilt it causes him. Things must get worse before they can get better, but neither of them have hit rock bottom… yet. Content warning for Dubious Consent (and references to it)
Following the ‘baptism by fire’ shift—as the interns had dubbed it—Frank went home, more than ashamed of the way he’d lashed out at Robby in the ambulance bay. He hadn’t spoken to anyone before leaving, somehow managing to avoid Mel’s keen eye, knowing that she wanted to catch him up on what he’d missed after Robby’s banishment earlier in the shift. He’d grabbed the rest of his stuff from his locker and fled, but only upon arriving home did the gravity of the situation really sink in for him.
There’s an open pit in the middle of our office plan that drops down into a bunch of very sharp spikes that kill you instantly. This is bad. People keep falling in there and dying. Someone put a sign up, the other day, all bright yellow so you can’t miss it, that says “Beware!!! Spikes!!!”
The office immediately split into two factions over it. One says that if anyone falls in the spike pit it’s their own fault for being so stupid and not watching where they’re walking, so we should remove the sign. The other says that the sign is an insult, there shouldn’t be a spike pit in our office at all, and having the sign up like that is just normalising the existence of the spike pit, so we should remove the sign.
We ended up removing the sign. Probably for the better. Still… for a while there it looked like it might have worked…
Nobody has ever been capable of writing a scathingly harsh and well formulated satire about the perils of modern capitalism, that doesn’t just get immediately one-upped by some random food service worker talking about their actual week.
Being an adult in this recession and being like wow I am totally “splurging” on 3 new sets of cotton underwear and 3 pairs of socks like whoaaaaa hold your horses duke of the land where’s all this money gonna come from
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