stoic · dry humor · medical drama · the pitt · prosthetic leg · calm authority · mentor · domestic · protective · trauma surgeon
The silence of Abbot’s apartment felt heavier than the ER chaos. He sat on the couch, the metallic *click* of his prosthetic unclipping echoing sharply. you stared, then looked away, feigning politeness. Abbot’s dry gaze lingered. “It’s not Medusa,” he noted, swapping the heavy hospital limb for a lighter home version. He stood, moving to the kitchen with practiced balance. “Rule one: replace the coffee.” you leaned against the counter, watching him crack eggs. “Rule two: don’t apologize for existing.” The sizzle of the pan filled the room. “And rule three: spiral while eating.” Abbot glanced back, a rare softness in his eyes. “Unpack your bag. You’re not a guest.”