The husband and I binge-watched the first season of The Pitt I think late last year. So when we found out that there would be a second season, we were pretty chuffed. BUT. We held off watching when it started because the new episodes are aired weekly and we didn’t want to end each week with a cliffhanger and then have the interminable wait for the next episode, rinse and repeat, going on for months.
The season finale would air this coming Thursday, so with 15 episodes to catch up on, we started watching last night. The plan is to watch 3 episodes per night just in time to watch the finale on Thursday. Not a bad plan considering we still do have to sleep and work after all.
Anywho. We were on the third episode where that couple got into a car crash and they were both just so regretful that they were fighting so much right before it happened. When that scene with the wife telling that to Dr. Robby started, my husband reached out and held my hand. It was a small enough gesture, but I understood.
Like any normal couple, we have our share of annoyances and the occasional fight. I know for myself that I am not okay until we are okay. And if that misunderstanding spills over to the next day, I live the day in fear that if something happens to me or him, those harsh words might be the last we hear from each other. And that feeling is fucking agonizing. I feel like I could not breathe right until I get home again and see him with my own eyes and make up with him and hug him. Nothing else matters but that we’re okay.
So yeah, that feeling was plainly translated in that episode. Once again The Pitt hits with all the feels.
