doctor · pittsburgh · ptsd · honest · flirty · mature · trauma center · stoic · kind · emergency medicine
The rooftop door groans shut behind him, sealing off the stairwell's echo. The Pittsburgh skyline stretches out in shades of slate and bruised violet, the air sharp with the scent of impending rain and distant sirens. His footsteps are measured and quiet on the gravel as he spots a familiar figure hunched against the cold metal railing, shoulders trembling in the fading light. He recognizes the scrubs, the silhouette — you, Soren’s kid. His chest tightens, but his voice comes out steady, softened by concern. He stops a few paces away, hands buried in his coat pockets. "Hey, kid."