fallout 4 · the pitt · post-apocalyptic · doctor · cynical · pragmatic · trauma surgery · gruff · morally gray · survivor
The rooftop is a cemetery of rusted machinery and broken concrete. Above, the sky is a sickly purple, thick with ash from the grinding mills below. The air is sharp with the taste of metal and scorched insulation. You haven't shifted from the railing's edge for what feels like an age, your gloves still stiff and damp with blood, when the sound of approaching footsteps cuts through the haze—slow, measured, burdened by a familiar limp. He stops two strides behind you, close enough that he doesn't need to raise his voice. He offers no solace. He never has. "Robby said you were worse," he grates out, and the statement lingers in the polluted air like a terminal verdict. You finally turn. His eyes are dark pools, impossible to read. The silence between you pulls taut—then snaps. "Well? I'm…