16+ slowburn, trauma mentioned, medical inaccuracies, filler chapter but its gonna be important later, jack abbot pov, dr shen, samira mohan, car accident (patient)
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The ambulance bay was colder.
Quieter, in a strange, in-between kind of way.
The large doors stood open to the outside, the fading light of early evening stretching long shadows across the concrete. The distant hum of the city felt muted back there, replaced by the occasional metallic clang, the low rumble of an engine somewhere far off.
Aurora stepped out, exhaling slowly, as she had just escaped something.
She adjusted her bag on her shoulder, glancing back once toward the hallway she had just abandoned.
“Okay,” she muttered to herself. “That was normal. Totally normal behavior.”
She turned her head slowly to the side to face Samira.
Standing a few feet away, arms crossed, eyebrows raised so high they were practically disappearing into her hairline.
“…Hi,” Aurora said, a little too casually.
“You’re unbelievable,” she started, tilting her head dramatically “ I can’t believe you’re fleeing through the ambulance bay just so you wouldn’t face Dr. Abbot”
Aurora let out a breath through her nose, already knowing she had been caught.
“I wasn’t fleeing,” she said, adjusting her bag again. “I just… took a different exit. It was a strategic decision.”
Samira let out a loud laugh.
Aurora couldn’t help it. A small smile slipped through despite everything.
“I just didn’t feel like dealing with it today.”
“‘Dealing with it,’” Samira repeated, amused. “You mean the guy you spent the entire night dancing with and then ghosted like a mystery novel character?”
“You literally made me wrap my own party early because you panicked,” Samira continued, following her as they started walking toward the parking lot. “And now you’re escaping through hospital infrastructure.”
Aurora shook her head, but there was no real defense left.
“I am not dramatic,” Samira shot back immediately. “You’re the one acting like he’s going to arrest you on sight.”
Aurora huffed out a quiet laugh.
“If he recognizes me, I might actually die.”
Samira stopped walking for half a second.
“Oh, this is worse than I thought,” she said, delighted. “You like him!”
“You do. What did you guys even talk about that night?”
Aurora pushed past her, heading toward the car.
“I’m tired,” she said, as if that explained everything. “Let’s just go home.”
Samira watched her for a second, a knowing smile still lingering—but she didn’t push further.
They walked out of the hospital and went through the parking lot, spotting Samira’s dark blue Honda. It gently stood out from the rest, mainly because of the crashed headlight.
“Yeah,” she said finally, unlocking the car. “Let’s go.”
Aurora slid into the passenger seat, closing the door with a quiet thud.
And only then, only when the hospital was out of sight, did she allow herself to breathe properly again
The city moved differently at night.
From the passenger seat, Aurora watched Pittsburgh blur past in streaks of warm lights and dark silhouettes. The hum of the engine, the soft rhythm of tires against asphalt, it all felt strangely calming after the chaos of the ER.
For a few minutes, neither of them said anything.
Samira tapped her fingers lightly against the steering wheel, glancing at Aurora once, then again.
“…Okay,” she finally said. “I’ve been holding this in all day. How was it? Your first day? Like, really.”
Aurora let out a quiet breath, her head leaning back against the seat.
“Intense,” she said, a small smile forming. “But… good.”
“Good?” Samira scoffed. “You look like you got hit by a truck.”
“I feel like it,” Aurora admitted, letting out a tired laugh. “But I liked it. It’s—” she hesitated, searching for the right word “—it’s where I’m supposed to be. Even though I’m exhausted, I can still feel the adrenaline pumping through my body”
Samira’s expression softened, something proud settling in her features.
“I knew it, you’re crazy just like me.”
Silence settled again, more comfortable this time. They stopped at a red light. The glow painted soft reflections across the windshield.
Samira tilted her head slightly.
“…So,” she said casually, though there was intention behind it, “you gonna tell me what really made you come back?”
Aurora’s gaze stayed on the window.
She had known that question was coming.
“I told you,” she said lightly. “I missed home.”
Aurora smiled faintly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“It’s true,” she insisted. “I did.”
“And?” Samira pressed, softer this time.
The city lights flickered across her face as the car moved again.
“I just…” she started, then stopped. Her fingers tightened slightly around the strap of her bag. Then her voice came out, almost in a whisper“I met someone there.”
Samira didn’t interrupt. Aurora let out a quiet breath.
“And it didn’t really… work out.”
That was the safest version of the truth.
Samira’s grip on the wheel shifted, subtle but noticeable.
“…Did he do something?” she asked carefully.
Aurora shook her head quickly.
“No. I mean—” she corrected herself, softer now, “it just wasn’t good for me.”
That part, at least, was true.
Samira glanced at her again, eyes sharper now, reading between lines Aurora wasn’t ready to say out loud.
But she didn’t push. Instead, she reached over briefly, squeezing Aurora’s hand.
“Well,” she said, more lightly, though the protectiveness lingered underneath, “his loss.”
Aurora let out a small breath that almost felt like relief.
The rest of the drive passed in a quieter kind of peace.
The apartment greeted them with warmth.
Soft light spilled from the kitchen into the living room, and the faint smell of something cooked earlier still lingered in the air. Simple, familiar, grounding.
Samira kicked off her shoes the second she walked in.
“I’m not moving for at least ten minutes,” she declared, dropping her bag onto the couch.
Aurora smiled faintly, closing the door behind them.
“Okay, five,” Samira corrected, already halfway into collapsing. “Unless there’s food. Then I’m moving immediately.”
Aurora let out a quiet laugh, setting her own bag down more carefully.
The apartment had Mohan’s name written all over it. Very organized, with touches of warm colors and indirect lights that covered the best corners of the home.
The yellow couch, a housewarming gift from Samira’s mother, was the main piece of the living room. Half covered with a brown knitted blanket and cushions so comfortable that when Rory had decided to move in, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of sleeping in it instead of having her own room.
The cat came to greet them as soon as he heard the front door open. Mouse was a three-year-old kitten who came with the apartment. His mother had abandoned him as a baby under the building’s fire escape, but luckily, Samira rescued him the day she moved in. He was a stray, with fluffy orange fur, kind of antisocial, and who loved to nibble on Aurora’s toes while she was trying to sleep. His charm was the lack of a left year he lost in a fight with the dog’s neighbor.
The space wasn’t big. Not new. But it was theirs, and there was something comforting in that.
“I think there are leftovers from the party,” Aurora said, moving toward the kitchen almost on autopilot.
“Marry me,” Samira mumbled from the couch.
Aurora opened the fridge, grabbed the container, and set it on the counter. The small, mundane movements helped anchor her. Something real, something simple after a day that had felt anything but.
Behind her, Samira was already half-lost to exhaustion, scrolling aimlessly on her phone.
“You good?” she asked after a moment, softer now.
Samira, though, wasn’t convinced. She laid her back against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, patiently.
“Go on” she said, after a few seconds of silence “Tell me what’s really going on”
Aurora sighed briefly, opening the microwave.
“There’s nothing going on”
The way Samira said her name was enough to disarm any defense she had. Aurora rested her hands on the kitchen’s balcony for a second, scanning the surface as if she was gathering enough courage to speak.
“Complicated as in “i’m totally into him” or as in “he’s my boss and i’m screwed”?
Aurora lets out a small laugh.
The microwave starts spinning, making that hum noise that fills the silence between them.
Samira slowly approached her friend, leaning against the other side of the counter.
“I see the way you look at him” she said, softer now “you like him”
Aurora closes her eyes for a second.
The question was simple, but the answer, not so much.
Aurora takes her time. She ran her hands through her face, taking a deep breath before looking back to her friend.
“Because i just got here! I fought to be here. This job…” she says with a bittersweet smile “this job is the first changeless thing I’ve had in years”
Samira doesn’t interrupt her..
“I can’t be ‘the new girl who got involved with her boss”. I can’t become the fresh gossip around the halls, I cannot give them a reason to question why was I hired, why I stay or if I decided to leave”
The microwave beeps, but neither of them moves.
“And what if it doesn’t work out?” She continued, her voice lower “I lose everything. It isn’t just about an unrequited crush, it’s my job, my routine… it’s my chance to have a somewhat normal life”
Samira tilted her head, absorbing every word.
“I cannot afford to screw this up for someone…” she hesitated “someone I barely know”
“Not enough to bet my life on it”
Silence returns, a bit heavier now. Samira uncrosses her arms and moves closer, bruising on her friend’s shoulder. Then she let out a sigh, half laughing.
“Just imagine when THE Dr Abbot finds out that the new mid-day shift nurse is the one he is looking for”
Aurora turns her head immediately.
“Don’t even joke about it”
“Me too” Aurora said, firmly “He cannot know. Not now, not ever”
Samira watches her for a few seconds, evaluating, as if trying to decide which button to press.
In the end, she only nods.
“Fine. It’ll be our little secret”
Aurora finally grabs the plate from the inside of the microwave, but stops before leaving the kitchen, looking down as she murmurs:
“I kinda wish it was more simple”
Samira smiled softly, wrapping her arm around her best friend’s shoulder.
“And where would be the fun in that?”
Later, after dishes were rinsed and the apartment had fallen into a quieter rhythm, Aurora finally allowed herself to retreat.
Her room was small, but it was hers.
A bed against the wall. A small nightstand. A half-unpacked bag in the corner that she still hadn’t found the energy to deal with.
She sat down slowly, exhaling as the weight of the day settled fully into her bones.
And then, instinctively, she looked down at her empty wrist.
The memory came without permission.
Her father’s hands. The softness in his eyes. The way he had fastened it around her wrist like it meant everything.
Aurora swallowed, forcing herself to breathe through the sudden tightness in her chest.
She sat on the edge of her bed while drying her wet hair. Her body pleaded with her, asking her to lie down on the mattress after a whole day on her feet. Resisting the urge, she got up to hang her towel on the chair next to her nightstand, when she realised there was already something there.
Then, just as quickly, another image flooded her mind from Samira’s party. The soft music playing through the night, the lights, the rooftop. A hand at the small of her back.
Aurora let out a slow breath, dragging a hand over her face before leaning back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
She had done it. She had come back from New York on her own, got a new job, a routine, and maybe the beginning of a new life that made sense. That was enough, it had to be.
Somewhere between the exhaustion and the quiet hum of the apartment, a thought settled in her mind, persistent and impossible to ignore completely:
He was still there. He wasn’t just a memory anymore.
The bracelet spun slowly between his fingers.
Jack Abbot rested his elbow on the center table in the break room, his movements dazed, almost automatic, as he studied the object as if it could disappear or answer all the questions in his head.
Simple and clear silver. Delicate, with tiny stars hanging by the edge. Way too small to be flashy.
But it wasn’t just that, it couldn’t be.
He remembered the exact moment that he realized it had been left behind, fallen near the exit, almost hidden under the low light of the hallway. He had called out for her, looked around, and waited a few seconds longer than he normally would. But she was already gone.
As quickly as she first approached him.
Jack ran his thumb over the cold surface of the bracelet, letting out a small sigh.
In his memories, everything was too fresh.
The lights reflecting on her blue dress, not that predictable kind of baby blue, but something deeper like the sea, almost nocturnal, that seemed to shimmer with her every move.
Not as someone who was trying to get into the spotlight, but as someone who simply belonged in that moment.
It was she who pulled him onto the dance floor, not the other way around.
He hadn’t danced since before the accident, before he became a widower. But there was something in the way she guided him through the dance floor, like a mermaid sliding through the waves, as if he floated in zero gravity. Her delicate hands rested on his arms as they twirled slowly, the blue dress flickering and her silver mask shining under the rooftop’s lights.
She was the first to laugh, to talk, who broke the distance with an ease he wasn’t used to seeing or feeling. And yet, nothing about her seemed superficial.
They talked about things no one usually talks about at parties like those.
Art. Philosophy. Music. Life.
And she actually listened to him, genuinely interested in what he had to say. She spoke back with honesty, and with a teasing smile that he couldn’t quite erase from his mind.
And for a few hours, Jack had the weird and rare sensation that he didn’t need to arm himself with his defenses. That he could simply… be.
He closed his fist around the bracelet.
No name, no explanation and as quickly as she appeared.
“Never took you for a jewelry kind of guy”
Dr. Shen’s voice pulled him back into reality. Jack gave him a light-hearted smile, taking a deep breath.
“It’s not actually mine” He said, straightening his back and grabbing his cup of coffee, which by now was already cold “I’m trying to give it back.”
“That’s the complicated part.”
Aurora won the privilege of waking up a couple of hours later than her roommate.
After spending a whole week working on the day shift, Dana mentioned an opening for the mid day shift and asked if Aurora would like to apply, hitting up a higher salary.
For a girl freshly out of college, with student debt and the dream of going back into dancing, she decided to jump right in.
Her day shift nurse salary could maybe pay half of the rent, bills, and with a bit of sweat, the Pittsburgh Regional Dance Academy’s monthly fee. By the end of the month, she would be left with exactly sixty-nine dollars and twenty cents, which would probably be spent on overpriced coffee.
On Samira’s birthday, she had an audition for a full scholarship at the academy and, with a bit of luck, the opportunity to dance as the prima ballerina for the next four years.
She had never actually dreamed of becoming a professional dancer… okay, maybe once, when she was like five years old. But it kind of happened?
Ballet was a hobby from her childhood that became an anchor for her mental health. When she started getting better at it, her coach encouraged her to participate in a few competitions, claiming that if she got to the podium, she would win a good money prize.
That saved her life while she was in New York, so why not try again?
Her alarm rang at exactly eight o two am.
Aurora didn’t open her eyes immediately. She stayed a few seconds there, lying in bed with her mind running wild, as if it had woken up before the rest of her body. Her room was half-lighted by the morning sun, that lazy golden glow that came through her curtains.
She sighed. One more day began.
She turned her face to the side and reached her arm out of her nightstand, fumbling for her cellphone until she found the button to turn off the alarm. The silence returned, but only for a second.
“Good morning to you too.”
The cat was already staring at her by the edge of her bed, clearly disappointed that his breakfast was late. She finally sat up, ran her hands over her face and then scratched behind Mouse’s ear.
“Fine, fine. Priorities, i know”
The kitchen still carried that cold breeze of the early morning when she stepped inside, but with the remnant of Samira having been there recently. A mug in the sink and the smell of fresh coffee, on the fridge, a note:
The girl smiled, she poured the cat’s food and changed his water for a fresher one. Then she leaned over the counter as she watched him eat.
Aurora moved through the space as someone who had already done it a thousand times. She took the bread, placed it inside the toaster and opened the fridge with automatic movements.
Her cell phone vibrated on the counter.
She glanced back at it for a moment. It was probably Samira saying that she forgot something at home. Maybe a notice from the hospital.
Aurora knitted her brows, reaching for the device.
Subject: April Audition Results - Pittsburgh Regional Dance Academy.
The world stopped for a moment. She blinked once. Twice.
Her heart began beating faster and faster for something that hadn’t even happened yet.
Aurora dropped her mug on the counter immediately and opened the e-mail with her trembling thumb.
She read it over once and couldn’t understand. Taking a deep breath, she tried again, slower this time.
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to join our program with a full scholarship…”
She raised her hand towards her mouth, her eyes running through the lines as if they could disappear at any moment.
“… Your audition performance demonstrated technical and expressive excellence…”
Her heart beat so fast it seemed to echo throughout her entire body.
“I GOT IN! HOLY SHIT! I GOT IN!”
Mouse glanced clearly judging her. Aurora smiled to herself. Things seemed to be moving along now. Maybe she actually had a chance at a new life in Pittsburgh.
By nine fifty-two, Aurora barged in the hospital’s main entrance.
Her badge gently swayed on her chest as she walked a bit too fast for someone just starting another shift.
As soon as she entered the Pitt, turning around the corner—
Samira raised her gaze from her chart, looking for the source of that voice, when Aurora practically collided into her.
Aurora hugged her tightly, a smile tattooed on her face while her entire body vibrated.
“I got in!! Can you believe it? Full scholarship, and i-“
“Hey, slow down! You what?”
Samira held her arms, looking directly into her friend’s face, trying to keep up.
“The audition! The ballet academy! I got in, Sami!”
A second of silence. Then-
“HOLY SHIT, YOU’RE JOKING!”
Samira screamed. Literally screamed.
She pulled Aurora back into a hug, jumping in place.
“I KNEW YOU WOULD GET IN, I KNEW IT!”
The noise caught immediate attention.
“Hey! Keep it down, kids! You’re scaring the patients!”
Dana’s firm voice came from behind them. Her arms crossed and her eyebrows arched. With a classic posture of someone prepared for a scolding.
Samira turned around, holding Aurora by her shoulder, completely incapable of hiding how proud she was of her friend.
“Sorry, Dana, it’s just that my best friend is the greatest ballerina-“
“You are!” Samira interrupted, “She just got a full scholarship for the Pittsburgh Regional Dance Academy!”
Dana smiled, lowering her guard.
“That fancy-schmancy school a few blocks from here?”
Aurora nodded, still trying to contain her excitement.
Princess raised her head from behind Dana, as she bit into the head of an old pen, listening in. Perlah also got closer. It didn’t take long for Dr.Robby, who was only passing through, to hear the conversation.
Aurora stood there, in the middle of it all, not knowing where to place her hands, nervously laughing.
“Yeah, i…” She finally said, placing her bag down on the nurse’s station, looking for something to fidget with “I received the email this morning…”
Dana uncrossed her arms slowly, reaching out for Robby’s chart as he handed it to her.
“Impressive” she said, with a kind smile.
Dr. Robby gave her shoulder a pat.
Aurora swallowed dry, still trembling.
Samira squeezed her arm, then passed by Robby with a smile, as if that accomplishment was hers too.
“I told you she was amazing.”
Aurora let out a nervous laugh, then headed towards the lockers, still trying to believe in what was happening.
It felt like, for a moment, all of her problems had disappeared.
But of course, that only lasted for a few days.
After spending the entire first week of her new job avoiding Jack Abbot, Aurora quickly learned his schedule, which in reality wasn’t that hard.
The night shift always arrived around five thirty, five forty p.m, when she was already running through the Pitt after another case. She always tried to accompany a day shift doctor until the last one went home, then she would alternate between Dr. Shen and Dr. Ellis till the clock struck ten, when she could finally leave.
She only needed to adjust a few details, like avoiding the break room during the night, not prolonging the cases more than necessary, and of course, choosing alternative paths through the Pitt.
Simple and functional. For days, it actually worked. They rarely crossed paths. One quick glance, maybe. But nothing that required more than basic breathing control.
He didn’t recognize her. And, with that, that should have become irrelevant for her. But it didn’t. Because sometimes, she would catch him watching her.
It wasn’t obvious or inappropriate, but it was enough for her to notice him, too. Longer seconds, glances that took a bit longer than necessary. As if he was trying to find out who the new addition to the team was, that everyone seemed to talk about, and who clearly avoided him.
She started avoiding him more.
The case came by the end of the afternoon that was already way too heavy, on a Friday in the middle of the shift rotation. Pedestrian versus vehicle, more than one patient in serious condition. The kind of situation that transformed the Pitt into an accelerating organism, almost chaotic.
Aurora was already gloved up when she entered, her focus closing in. The quick evaluation began, measuring the saturation from the first patient and, with the help of Jesse, hooking him up to the machines.
Aurora didn’t turn around immediately. She didn’t have the time.
“Male, mid-forties, laceration to the forehead, thoracic trauma, and in severe shock” Dr. Santos answered, gloving up.
“Saturation dropping” Aurora said in an hushed voice.
She froze for a microsecond as she heard her name being called. Dr. Robby stood beside her, making the calls. He grabbed a chart to sign something and passed it out to Dr Abbot, who finished the patient’s cognitive exam.
“This is Aurora Flores, our new nurse,” Robbinavitch said as he helped Santos turn the patient over. “I don’t think you’ve been properly introduced. She’s got a good head on her shoulders”
Aurora turned to face him, mainly because she didn’t have a choice, and met his gaze. From up close.
No hallways between them. Not enough distance to hide.
“Oh, we’ve met!” Jack said, with a teasing smile on his face “She almost ran me over on her first day.”
Aurora felt her cheeks blush, but still forced a sincere smile.
“It was… an interesting start to my day. Sorry again for that.”
Aurora dived into the case as she did with everything in her life - whole.
Precise movements, firm voice, and her attention split between the monitors, the team and the patient. She anticipated the doctor's next steps, answered quickl,y but still kept her cool.
Jack noticed, constantly, how she did not hesitate at all. She moved by pure adrenaline, without stopping.
And, at the same time, there was care and attention in everything she did, the way she fixed something or talked with the team, and the way she looked at the patient when she couldn’t answer him properly.
“Pressure is stabilizing,” Aurora said, lifting her gaze.
The case followed, demanding full attention for minutes that seemed longer than they actually were.
When she finally had a chance to catch a breather, Aurora took a step back from the gurney, taking off her gloves and tossing them in the trash.
Her body felt heavy, but her patient was safe and stable, and that was enough for now.
Jack commented, standing beside her with a satisfied expression on his face. Aurora looked up at him, surprised.
He nodded, crossing his arms over his body. Then, she saw it.
It was right there. On the front pocket of his scrubs, partially visible when he walked over to her.
Aurora felt her hand sink in her chest.
Jack followed her gaze instinctively, but didn’t make a connection. At least, not yet.
He watched her for a second longer. There was something familiar about her eyes, he couldn’t quite point out.
“I need to go” she said, quickly.
He frowned, but didn’t question it.
She lowered her head and walked away before he could say anything else.
Jack stood there, watching her go. Then, without even realizing, he lowered his hand towards the front pocket of his pants, grabbed the bracelet and began fiddling with it.
The digital clock above the nurse station changed from nine fifty-nine to ten p.m in a silent tick.
In the emergency department of the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, almost nobody noticed it.
She finished writing the last line of her chart, quickly went over the exams that were attached and slid the tablet back towards the station. The nurse next to her still went over about the patient wanting for a transfer, but the woman only nodded, half hearing the words as she logged from her corporate email.
“Patient in North Two is waiting for his results” she said as she walked calmly to Lena, the night’s shift head nurse “His blood pressure is stable, but if it drops again, please warn Dr. Ellis”
“I got it, honey” Lena said, smiling “Go or you’re gonna be late!”
Aurora smiled as she ran towards the lockers to get her things.
From the other side of the corridor, leaned over the work station, Jack Abbot watched the traffic from the Pitt with a tired look. His mind still attached to his last patient, as he drank a sip from his coffee and discreetly analyzed the new nightcrawlers.
Aurora Flores was among them.
For the past month, she had been a silent and yet efficient presence in the ER. She barely talked, but when she did, she was directly precise. She mainly took the cases Dr. Ellis and Shen handed it to her. She treated patients with the kind of patience most doctors needed a whole life to learn.
But now, there was a different kind of rush in her steps.
Aurora crossed the hallway, almost running, dodging a passing stretcher and a group of interns who gathered near the door. Without stopping, she pushed the door to the employee’s locker room.
Jack furrowed his eyebrows.
It wasn’t that unusual for someone to leave as fast as they could after a long shift. But there was something about the way she basically disappeared behind the door.
A few minutes later, the same door opened again.
Aurora headed out with a pink bag hung on her shoulder. Her dark hair was partially loose now, with a few strands escaping from her ponytail. She walked fast, almost ran, as she completely undid her hair and pulled out her hair tie.
Then, she walked back towards the nurse’s station, placing her bag on the counter. As she chatted with Lena about something, she opened her bag and started looking for something inside.
In quick motion, Aurora pulled the upper part of her scrub above her head.
Under her scrubs, she wasn’t wearing a shirt.
She had a black leotard, simple and plain, the kind that he had only seen once in his life… in a movie, maybe?
Aurora didn’t even seem to notice how that was unexpected in the middle of the hallway of a hospital emergency department. She tied her hair with ease, twisting it in a knot and holding it in place with two hair clips Lena gladly lent to her.
Her movements were precise.
She pulled a jacket out of her bag and put it on, zipping it up. She thanked Lena as she placed her used scrubs inside her bag and closed.
Everything in maybe in less than forty seconds.
Jack leaned against the other side of the station, curiosity creeping into his mind.
Aurora tossed her bag back on her shoulders, saying goodbye to the rest of the team, and headed out towards the door. When she was already outside, she plugged her headphones in and ran.
In seconds, she was gone.
Jack kept his gaze on the doors. Then, he turned to Dr. Shen, who was analyzing something on his tablet.
Jack pointed with his chin at the door where Aurora had just left.
Shen didn’t even look up.
Jack took another sip of his coffee.
“She always leaves the hospital like she’s gonna run a marathon at ten pm?”
Shen finally looked at him with a faint smile on his face.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
The man placed his cup on the counter and took a new tablet from the shelf.
“Leotard. Perfect hair. Precise movements of someone who’s done this a thousand times”
Shen let out a small laugh, bumping his friend’s shoulder.
“Brother, I have no idea what that girl does outside of here… I think she’s Mohan’s friend tho”
Dr. Abbot smiled faintly.
Outside of the hospital, two blocks away, the theater lights were turned on. And Aurora was running towards them.
this was a chuncky one and i know not much happened but that's mainly because the pittfest is coming, and that's a chapter on itself
please read the author's note on the beginning of this post, is really important to me <3 see you soon!!
