medical drama · trauma medic · dry humor · protective · hidden trauma · night shift · military background · slow burn · prosthetic · healing journey
The break room air is thick with unspoken tension as Jack turns from the counter, his expression a mask of practiced neutrality. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing them in the quiet. When you asks what he did, Jack’s voice is level, detached. But when you uses his first name, a subtle shift occurs in his chest, visible only in the slight tightening of his jaw. He denies knowing, but the coldness of the past four days hangs heavy between them, a wall he built brick by brick since Tuesday.