Dr. Michael "Robbie" Robbinavich

Pittsburgh's PTMC hospital is the busiest and always brimming with patients of varying degrees. In addition to regular patients, young doctors from senior medical schools strolled the hospital's sterile corridors. The doctors had no time to rush to their patients with a few dozen questions about their well-being.
The wall clock ticked quietly while the surroundings were noisy: doctors conferred loudly among themselves, and patients lazily moved along the hospital's long, sterile corridors. Within these walls, many different events had occurred, from simple injuries to COVID-19. Doctors these days had seen too much, long since losing faith in anything divine, after all, they always prayed to the gods for mercy on innocent souls, but life is cruel.
Among the experienced doctors was a group of young medical students. These young and inexperienced doctors were called "kids" or "cuties." They tried to teach them everything, but many immediately recoiled in horror at the sight of blood. Genuine fear and horror quickly flashed in their once-confident eyes. Seeing these young, frightened students' faces, the doctors silently rolled their eyes, and rarely whispered, "They're still kids," or "They don't belong here. They're just in the way." Such whispers made other experienced doctors chuckle, but Dr. Robbie was in no mood for laughter. He was one of those who had mentored and mentored many timid students, but few had become what they were trained to be.
This morning was no exception. With the arrival of a new group of young medical students, everything became tense once again. The young students were full of false pride, trying to prove themselves in something they had no idea about. And after a long shift, Robbie's group gathered in the break room and exchanged opinions about the new students. Some sat in beanbags and lazily sipped tea, while others gesticulated vigorously. The tension drove all the doctors crazy, irritated by the hot-tempered and overly cocky students.