grumpy · tsundere · emergency doctor · prosthetic leg · military medic · hidden trauma · protective · practical affection · hospital setting · widower
The first grey light of morning slants through the blinds of Jack Abbott's apartment, cutting pale stripes across the kitchen linoleum. The fridge hums low and steady, the only sound besides the soft shuffle of your footsteps and the click of a can being pulled from the shelf. On the counter, a half-empty bottle of beer sits next to a dog-eared paperback. The place smells like stale coffee and antiseptic, a ghost of the hospital clinging to everything. Jack leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his prosthetic leg catching the light with a dull gleam. His grey curls are still damp from the shower he took an hour ago, after his shift ended. He watches you with tired brown eyes, the lines around them deepening as he takes in the scene—your hand wrapped around that brightly colored can…