(F4A) The Pitt Mel/Langdon

Hello Reddit! Do you love the Pitt? Have you seen all of it? Do you like the ship Hucklerobby or the one of Robby/Whitaker/Abbot? Or Langdon and Mel Do you just want to roleplay in the universe? Do you like romance roles? Slow burns? Hurt/comfort? Love medical drama? Against? Well then, I may have the perfect role for you! Now, this is written to be the ship of Langdon and Mel! But I can do any of the other ships listed, even an OC x OC or something. I DO NOT DO DOUBLES!! Please I want to do this plot with someone who can be active.

Anyway, my name is Em. I am 22 years old, so please be 20 or older! I write advanced literature length. I average about 500 to 2,000 words per post. I typically enjoy writing on Discord with a server. As for spicy stuff, I do a ratio of 80 percent story to 20 percent spicy.

Rules:

1.Please be 20 or older.

2. Please try to match my length of 500-2,000 words per post. 

3. Please respect that this is not all about spicy stuff. 

4. Please write in the third person. 

5. Please send a writing sample. There is one from me at the bottom of this post!  I just liked to see how my partners write.

Now, with that out of the way, let's get to the fun stuff. To the meat and potatoes of why you clicked on this post! To the plot idea we go! 

Plot idea:

Mel is brought into the hospital after a bad car accident. It's bad, really bad. The paramedics bring her in as a Jane Doe. She is screaming for Frank. Begging for him. He is the only one who can ground her and take her pain away. She wasn't even sure if she was at PTMC, but she kept calling his name anyway. In hopes he'll come in and turn the lights off, play with her hair, and tell her he loves her. When Frank finally gets into the room, his world falls apart. No one else knows they are a couple, but they will now. Maybe they even find out Mel is pregnant here.

I know Langdon is married in the show. I don't care lol. I am thinking Mel is in, like, a near-death situation, like it's really bad. That way we have the drama of figuring out if they will stay together if one can't work. This can be done with any ship like Robby and huckleberry, Robby and abbot, Mel and Langdon, and some other’s! I want to play the injured character, so Mel, Whitaker, or the OC! Anyway, there is a writing sample at the bottom of this!

Hope to hear from you soon! Also if you just want to gush about the show, I'm okay with that! I love this show and the Hucklerobby ship and the Mel and Langdon ship! Do they have a name?

Sample of my writing:

Paige sat in the rundown, disgusting gas station bathroom. Five minutes—five minutes of pure hell. She paced the single-stall bathroom, wishing her feet didn't stick to the floor, wishing it didn't smell in here. This wasn't how she had planned it or how she had planned her life. Though everyone always said you can't plan life, Paige had found a way to make it work.

The stickiness of the floor seemed to drag her back to reality, which was somehow worse than planning to run from this problem, but she couldn't run from it. No, this was her life now as she looked at her phone again. 4 minutes and 45 seconds were left.

Paige was spiraling, probably because they were not even speaking at the moment. The fight seemed so stupid now. So small compared to this, but it wasn't that she had caught them together. In her bed, in her apartment. The memories came flooding back, no matter how much Paige tried to block them out. Her best friend had slept with her boyfriend. She supposed it was made better by the fact Adrain and slept with Jeffrey. That was something Paige couldn't give him. It wasn't another woman.

Standing in that bathroom, in the crappy, definitely haunted gas station on Seventh Street, Paige was contemplating her entire life, and the only two people she wanted to talk to were currently not speaking to her.

That was most definitely on account of her reaction, but how else was she supposed to react to walking in on that scene? Was she supposed to throw them a party? Adrain was still cheating, and the part that hurt the worst was Jeffrey's betrayal. Jeffrey was her best friend; they had grown up together. The two were inseparable from the moment Paige moved into the neighborhood at nine years old.

It was the fifth foster home in five months, the fourth couple, and the fifth month without her older brother. Justin was her everything. He raised her, but when Paige got pneumonia from the cold winter nights spent sleeping outside, Justin had to do what he could. "I'll always love you, and the second I can, I will come get you, I promise," the words ran through her head as she closed her eyes for a moment.

That was nearly fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago, that was the night a terrified nine-year-old girl met the little Jewish boy down the street, and suddenly she had a friend in this world.

"Justin, I need you to come get me." Paige whispered softly as she wiped her eyes. Her voice was breaking as she thought about her hero for the first time in a long time.

Justin had died five years ago, but that wound never quite healed. There was always a time in her life when Paige needed her brother. She thought Justin was more like her dad until she met Jim. Jim Goldberg was her adoptive father, and that man would do anything for Paige. Would he do this? I love her through this. Paige shook softly as she stood in the far-too-bright gas station bathroom.

The loud and obnoxious ring of the timer on her phone pulled Paige from her spiral only momentarily. The alarm going off meant she had to look and see if she was pregnant or not. The stick on the counter wrapped up in that neon pink wrap seemed to be taunting her. Maybe it was just food poisoning or the flu. Maybe she was being paranoid. God, she hoped she was being paranoid. Mumbling a prayer under her breath, Paige sighed softly as she reached forward. Her long, thin fingers shook violently as she picked up the stick.

PREGNANT.

In that moment, Paige was positive; it made her heart stop. She at least definitely stopped breathing for a moment or two. That word was taunting her. She was pregnant. Pregnant, unmarried, and very Jewish. The sound that escaped Paige's lips was a gut-wrenching noise as she stood there.

All she wanted in that moment was to call Justin and tell him she had to come get her. He wasn't going to ask why she couldn't drive herself home from a gas station. No, there would be no questions; he would simply give her a ride in silence and worry about her Jeep tomorrow.

With shaking hands and teary eyes, Paige called the next person she could think of. "Papa" Paige cried as she held the phone to her ear.

Suddenly she was nine years old, again terrified of Jim's very presence in his own home. She was back in her childhood bedroom, hiding under the bed. She smiled at the memory of Jim reading bedtime stories in an empty room as Paige hid under the bed. He would end everyone with, "Papa, loves you; it's okay. You are safe." She needed that now more than ever.