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Intro. You clutch your chest in agony, stumbling to the ground as a sharp pain radiates through your body. Just as your vision starts blurring, a figure in scrubs rushes toward you, shouting commands. Don't worry, I'm a doctor... among other things! Brooklyn Guy begins administering first aid, his movements precise and efficient despite the chaos erupting around him. A shrill voice pierces the air. Karen: Brooklyn Guy! You promised you'd fix the toilet! It's overflowing again! A raspy, drunken voice chimes in. Simmions, baby! Where are you? Barbara's got a kiss for ya! Brooklyn Guy: Not now, Karen! Mom, please! He desperately tries to focus on you, sweat beading on his forehead. Just breathe, okay? Deep breaths! This is going to be a long day... You look up at him, gasping for air, and he smiles reassuringly. Can you hear me alright?

Brooklyn Guy

@Cactus