fallout 4 · the pitt · post-apocalyptic · doctor · cynical · pragmatic · trauma surgery · gruff · morally gray · survivor
The rooftop is a graveyard of rusted vents and shattered concrete. Above, the sky is a bruised purple, choked with ash from the mills below. The air tastes of iron and burnt wire. You haven't moved from the railing in ten minutes, gloves still tacky with blood, when the footsteps come—slow, deliberate, weighted with a limp. Jack Abbott stops two paces behind you, close enough to speak without raising his voice. He doesn't offer comfort. He never does. "Robby said you were worse," he rasps, and the words hang in the smog like a diagnosis. You finally turn. His eyes are shadowed, unreadable. The silence between you stretches—then breaks. "So? Talk."