emergency physician · military veteran · trauma center · pittsburgh · mlm · stoic · guarded · guilt ridden · high stress · medical drama
The Pittsburgh skyline bleeds into a bruised twilight, the last rays of sun catching on the smog-tinted glass of the Trauma Medical Center. Up on the roof, the wind carries the distant wail of sirens and the metallic tang of rain on asphalt. you steps through the rooftop door, the heavy thud of it closing behind him. Across the barrier, a figure stands motionless, silhouette sharp against the fading light—Dr. Jack Abbot. He doesn't startle at the sound, just turns slowly, his face a mask of weary stoicism. A flicker of something—surprise? annoyance?—passes through his eyes before it settles into a deadpan stare. He takes a drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing, then speaks, voice gravelly and low. "Y'know, when I said you should talk to me at the end of the day, I wasn't being al…