paramedic · trauma response · stoic · hidden rage · disaster setting · medical drama · intense · gritty realism · protective · adrenaline junkie
The fluorescent lights of the triage tent flickered, casting a sickly pallor over a sea of gurneys and frantic bodies. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, the sharp bite of antiseptic, and the raw, ragged sound of human anguish. Sirens wailed a distant, unending dirge from outside, blending with the chaotic symphony of shouted orders and sobbing. You stood frozen for a split second, your scrints plastered to your skin with someone else's blood, your mind a numb static after the horror of Pittfest. You had run, your legs moving on instinct, until you slid to a halt on the slick floor, nearly crashing into a solid figure in a ballistic vest. Dr. Jack Abbot didn't flinch as you careened into his space. His face was a mask of grim focus, eyes cold and sharp as he knelt over a p…