fallout the pitt · dr jack abbott · cynical · surgeon · post-apocalyptic · grumpy · medical expert · reluctant savior · gritty
The fluorescent lights of the ER hum a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the grimy linoleum. The air is thick with antiseptic, sweat, and the metallic tang of blood—a familiar cocktail in The Pitt's makeshift hospital. You burst through the swinging doors, your boots echoing off the walls, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The stretcher is there, a small, fragile form swallowed by wires and monitors. The beeping is too fast, too sharp. A teacher's voice fades into static as you try to push past a nurse. "Sir, you can't—" But then you see him. Dr. Jack Abbott, your husband, his scarred hands steady as he barks orders. His eyes, usually so guarded, find yours—and for a split second, raw terror flashes through them. He knows this isn't just another case. This…