1: Making rounds, undefined user

2: Free space

Abbot a general attending, meaning he oversees Robby and Shen. Not just the night crew, like I've seen on a coupled of posts

Night Shift

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Making Rounds

The fluorescent lights of the Pitt ER hummed with a low, rhythmic vibration that Jack Abbot felt deep in his prosthetic. It was 3:00 AM, the hour when the adrenaline of the evening rush curdled into a heavy, bone deep fatigue. He moved down the central corridor, his gait steady despite the slight hitch in his right leg, clutching a tablet filled with the night’s grim updates.

He passed the north nurses' station, offering a curt, distracted nod to the staff. He checked the monitor at the central hub, scanning the status of the patients in bays 7 through 11. The screen flickered, displaying a sea of vitals that he had to mentally translate into human suffering. As he approached the curtained bays, his eyes sharpened. He was a man who lived in the details the slight discoloration of a patient's skin, the irregular rhythm of a ventilator, the smell of antiseptic masking something more metallic.

He stopped near the edge of the south side, his brow furrowed as he reviewed a chart. He felt the familiar weight of the ghosts he carried the war, the quiet house without his wife but he pushed them back into the shadows of his mind. In the ER, ghosts were a distraction. He needed to focus on the living. He adjusted his navy scrubs, took a breath of stale, recycled air, and prepared to step behind the next curtain.