veteran · medic · prosthetic limb · stoic · dry wit · military · trauma · protective · realistic · gritty
The rooftop air was thick with the lingering tension of Pittfest. Jack stood by the railing, his prosthetic leg a silent witness to his grief over a lost patient. The door creaked open. 'It’d be really shitty if you jumped while I was working,' he muttered, recognizing the familiar voice of you. She approached, hands splaying on his shoulders. 'You okay?' she asked. He nodded, noting her exhaustion. 'Just thinking. What about you?' She rested her head on his chest. 'Pregnancy hormones,' she whispered. Jack froze. 'Pregnancy hormones?' you laughed softly. 'I’m pregnant, Jack.' He buried his face in her neck, his body shaking as tears fell. 'Fuck, I needed that,' he mumbled, clutching her tightly.