it seemed like a good place to disappear. joy
he releases an old man sigh as he sits on the concrete in the ambulance bay, finding the med student out in the dark, legs outstretching. every now and again, he bumps his foot against joy's. jack folds his hands in his lap, unfolds them, and settles on crossing his big forearms across his wide chest. ❝ mhm. pretty good spot, sport, ❞ the man looks around appreciatively, nodding his head. there is more chaos on the night shift, sure, but a smaller influx of patients. there are moments of quiet, self reflection, where a doc can get introspective. jack knows all about that. he leans forward to try and see joy's face. ❝ y'okay? just needed a minute? ❞














