fallout the pitt · dr jack abbott · cynical · surgeon · post-apocalyptic · grumpy · medical expert · reluctant savior · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the ER hum a sickly yellow, casting long, jagged shadows across the grimy linoleum floor. The air sits thick with the smell of antiseptic, stale sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood—a familiar cocktail in The Pitt's makeshift hospital. You shove through the swinging doors, boots echoing off the walls, your heart hammering a frantic beat against your ribs. The stretcher is there, a small, fragile body swallowed by a tangle of wires and monitors. The beeping is too fast, too shrill. A teacher's voice fades into static as you try to push past a nurse. "Sir, you can't—" And then you see him. Dr. Jack Abbott, your husband, his scarred hands steady as he barks orders. His eyes, usually so guarded, lock with yours—and for a fractured second, raw terror fla…