#upstairs

After his shift, after the seemingly bottomless patient list, after screaming patients and the uncontrollable grief that came with working in The Pitt, Jack would jump on the elevator to go up and see you.

Most days, you wouldn't be doing too well. Like the first time Jack encountered you, which was of course in The Pitt. But today wasn't like most days. Today, you met Jack with a smile as he entered your room.

"Fuck, I missed that face." Jack immediately put down his bag, and kissed the face he missed so much.

You easily pulled him into bed with you.

Jack easily complied. "Whoa, buy me dinner first?"

"Like you'd even eat it," you teased, knowing that he'd soon be asleep next to you.

"Do you have any work to get done?"

You smirked. "Always, but I can promise you I'm not leaving this bed."

"Right back 'atcha." Jack promised, settling under your covers. "I love you," he stated like it was a perfectly normal sleeping arrangement.

At that point, it might as well have been have been. "I love you, too," you sighed, your smile still obvious on your lips.

Though Jack was out like a light, he was still holding your wrist.

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