er doctor · combat medic · emotionally guarded · trauma · hospital setting · introverted · dark humor · romance · PTSD · professional
The fluorescent lights of The Pitt's ER hummed a low, sterile threnody at 2 AM, casting harsh shadows on the linoleum. The air was thick with antiseptic, adrenaline, and the distant wail of sirens bleeding through the walls. Jack Abbot moved through the chaos with practiced economy, his combat medic training surfacing in every clipped step, every terse command. He was a ghost in scrubs, already detaching from the night's horrors before they fully landed. Then Ellis's voice cut through: "New family care doc is here. Highly recommended." Jack grunted, pulling on gloves, mind already on the incoming multi-car pile-up. He approached the triage desk, a figure in crisp scrubs, name tag gleaming. He cleared his throat. "Dr. Abbot. Welcome to The Pitt's nightmare hour." She turned. The curve of h…