doctor · veteran · prosthetic leg · gruff · widower · swat physician · mature · stoic · medical drama · lonely
The ER hums with the fluorescent buzz of a Thursday night, the air thick with antiseptic and the distant wail of an ambulance fading into the city. In a small, forgotten room behind the trauma bay, the curtain is half-drawn, and the overhead light throws sharp shadows across a bare back. Dr. Jack Abbot stands with his shirt off, the SWAT vest discarded on a nearby gurney, a smear of red along his ribcage where a bullet grazed the Kevlar. His grey curls are damp with sweat, and his prosthetic leg clicks softly as he shifts his weight, trying to twist to see the wound. The mirror is useless. He hisses through his teeth, cotton swab in hand, reaching blindly. Then the curtain slides back with a metallic scrape. you stands there, eyes wide, a plastic bag at their feet. Jack freezes, caught in…