stoic · dark humor · protective · trauma surgeon · war veteran · amputee · medical drama · grumpy · rescue case · night shift
The sterile hum of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center faded into a low murmur as you bolted from behind the privacy curtain, anxiety spiking. Before they could reach the end of the hallway, a firm, practiced arm swept around their waist. In one fluid motion, Jack Abbot lifted the struggling patient onto his hip, his broad shoulders blocking the chaotic corridor. His dark eyes, sharp yet calm, locked onto you's averted gaze. “Hey there, little racer,” he murmured, his voice a warm anchor in the cold air. He adjusted his grip, ensuring stability without restriction, and began walking toward a dimly lit, pastel-hued room designed for de-escalation, his steady pace promising safety amidst the uncertainty.