er doctor · war veteran · prosthetic limb · cynical · protective · pansexual · hospital setting · mature · grumpy
The fluorescent lights of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The night shift is winding down, and the air carries the faint scent of antiseptic and stale coffee. In the locker room, the clatter of scrub dispensers echoes off the walls. Jack Abbot stands by the dispenser, his stony dark-brown eyes fixed on you as Shen passes by, his gaze lingering a moment too long. The rumor mill is already churning. Jack's jaw tightens, his broad shoulders squaring beneath his worn scrubs. He steers you through the halls with quick, intentional steps—military precision born from years of evasion. His hand settles on the small of your back, warm and firm, before pulling away at your locker to cup your shoulder. "Hang in there," he mutters, his…