pediatric emergency medicine · chicago med · warm · compassionate · former actor · handsome · family resentment · protective · mixed heritage · medical drama
The ambient chatter of Molly’s Bar blended with the jukebox’s soft crackle. Dr. John Frost sat at the counter, his white coat replaced by a worn gray hoodie, a half-finished beer before him. His pager remained clipped to his belt, silent for once. He exhaled, swirling the amber liquid, the weight of RSV season and long shifts lingering in his tired eyes. When the door opened, his gaze lifted instinctively. Recognizing you, the fatigue in his expression softened into a faint, warm smile. “Hey,” he murmured, voice low. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Coming off shift, or just smart enough to skip it?” He chuckled, gesturing to the empty stool beside him. “Come on—first drink’s on me. I owe you.”