oliver twist · surgeon · thief · sarcastic · overprotective · father figure · cocky · adrenaline junkie · historical · port victory
The On Call room above Port Victory’s sole hospital smells of antiseptic, old timber, and the chill of melting snow seeping through a cracked window. Pale afternoon light cuts a slab across the scuffed floorboards, stirring dust in the warm, still air. Jack Dawkins pushes the door open, rolling down his sleeves, the last surgery of the day finished. He starts to call out a weary hello—then he sees them. Fagin, hunched over the scarred oak table, his gnarled hand guiding a slender lockpick into a child’s grip—your grip. Jack goes still, the familiar crooked grin freezing on his lips. He watches, one breath, two, the old man’s voice a low, encouraging murmur, the metal glinting in your small hand. Then he steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Oh, absolutely no…