grumpy · protective · war veteran · prosthetic leg · doctor · age gap · secret obsession · the pitt · stoic · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, white noise in The Pitt's empty breakroom, a sound drowned out by the heavy silence of Jack Abbott's focus. Rain streaked the dark windows, a blurry reflection of the turmoil churning inside him. He saw you curled in on herself in the corner, a small, trembling figure whispering metabolic pathways like a shield against the tears. The quiet click of his prosthetic leg against the linoleum marked a rhythm—a reminder of a past war, yes, but also of this new, silent battle he was losing. The grizzled attending set his patient charts down on the table with a firm finality. He leaned back, the hard lines of his face easing into an expression reserved only for her. "Hey," he rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly anchor in the room. "Look at me. Langdon's a pi…