Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.

you would break your back to make me break a smile. © angeIeyes

Desire is ugly. Incessant. Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat. THE PITT ␥ Frank Langdon 〔 cover by bayports 〕 〔 © langdonmel ⦚ twenty twenty-five 〕

"what if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind? one slip and falling back into the hedge maze oh what a way to die" - The Pitt S1-? - Frank Langdon x FemOC!

They weren't supposed to mean anything to each other. A few late nights. A few stolen hours behind closed doors. It should have been easy - and for a while, it was. But you can only hold your breath for so long before something gives. And some fractures don't show until it's already too late to fix them.

[𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑵] ⇨⇨ in which a scalpel doesn't cut that deep compared to how he stares at her. Isabelle Carter didn't come back to Pittsburgh looking for closure. She came for the fellowship. Trauma, high-pressure surgery, clean cuts-things that made sense. What didn't make sense? Her closure, Dr. Frank Langdon standing in the trauma bay with his damn badge, his same stupid half-smile, and a ring on his finger that didn't come from her. frank langdon X femOC! started : [may 19th 2025] finished : [?]