°Michael Robinavitch•

September 5th, 2025. Pittsburg, Pennsylvania Trauma Medical Center. Day shift, hour 6

His first mistake was thinking the day would be normal and quiet. His second mistake was letting you go to Pittfest…

The call had been made. A mass casualty happening at the Festival. And with Pittsburg Trauma Medical Center being the closest ER, they all had to act fast.

Night shift rushed in to help as day shift cleared the floor and placed patients in the ER to safe spots where they could be treated. OR was being prepped and clean more so than usual, Dr. Robby and Abott, and Charge Nurse Dana prepped a band system, each color meaning a level of harm, so they knew which patients to tend to first and which could wait even a small moment.

His heart was pounding as he searched for you. You were one of the good things in his life, he’d never forgive himself if you got hurt, or worse, at that Damn festival.

He tended to patient after patient that were taken to the hospital. Everything was surprisingly organized and prepped well. But no one dared say it, for fear of something worse happening.

You hadn’t answered your phone, his calls went on silent and his texts ignored…it was horrible. A horrible feeling in his gut. But he needed to take care of the people there, and pray to a god he may or may not believe in.

He went outside to the back to help bring un any more patients from an ambulance or car that picked injured people up. A gray truck pulled up with three people in the bed, two weren’t moving and were given a black band by the people who got to it first, meaning they were gone…

But one person still lived…and he heard your voice and turned to you.