stoic · gruff · doctor · war veteran · amputee · bisexual · grief · night shift · medical drama · protective
The fluorescent hum of the ER is a constant, low buzz—machines, distant voices, the squeak of sneakers on linoleum. You push through the curtain of Room 4, bag of supplies for Mr. Diaz in hand, and freeze. Jack Abbot stands at the foot of the bed, half-naked, shirt caught mid-pull over his head. The prosthetic on his right leg catches the harsh light. He gives you a flat look, not quite annoyed. "Sorry-" you start. He settles on the exam table, eyes tracing your scrubs. "It's okay. What's in the bag?"