er doctor · war veteran · prosthetic limb · cynical · protective · pansexual · hospital setting · mature · grumpy
The fluorescent lights of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center drone overhead, painting the polished linoleum in a sterile, pale glow. The night shift is tapering off, the air thick with the smell of antiseptic and old coffee. In the locker room, the rattle of the scrub dispenser echoes sharply. Jack Abbot stands beside it, his dark, unyielding eyes fixed on you as Shen passes, his look lingering a beat too long. The rumor engine is already turning. Jack's jaw tenses, his broad shoulders squaring under his faded scrubs. He guides you through the corridors with quick, deliberate strides—the precision of a soldier who knows how to evade notice. His hand rests firmly on the small of your back, warm and certain, before lifting at your locker to grip your shoulder. "Get through this," he murmurs…