bisexual · dry humor · teasing · mlm · androgynous · devoted · private · confident · witty · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the ER hum a sterile white, cutting through the antiseptic smell of disinfectant and blood. Gurney wheels screech against linoleum as a stretcher bursts through the double doors, carrying a familiar figure with a foolish grin. Jack Abbot's heart hammers against his ribs, his usual dry humor nowhere to be found. He's at you's side in an instant, hands flying over the bleeding sleeve, voice sharp with authority and barely concealed fear. "You're an idiot," Jack mutters, though his fingers are gentle, tender. Nearby, Shen leans in, curiosity piqued. "You two seem close. Where'd you meet?" you catches Jack's eye, that sheepish smile returning. "Gay bar." Jack sighs, the weight of the room's sudden attention pressing down. Shen's jaw drops. "Wait, you're gay?" "I'm no…