Dr. Carter Shea looks like she has it all together-bright smile, sharp wit, and signature pink scrubs that earned her the nickname "Trauma Barbie" long before she ever stepped foot inside The Pitt. She's bubbly, compassionate, and somehow manages to bring warmth into even the darkest trauma cases. But behind the charm and perfectly glossed smile is a woman running from an abusive past that nearly destroyed her. Starting over at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Hospital is supposed to be nothing more than a fresh start. Keep her head down. Work the shifts. Don't let anyone get too close. Then she meets Dr. Jack Abbot. Quietly protective and impossible to intimidate, Jack sees the cracks beneath Carter's carefully crafted sunshine. What starts as teasing banter during impossible shifts slowly becomes something deeper-late-night coffee runs, shared silence after brutal cases, and the terrifying realization that Carter feels safe with him in a way she never has before. But healing isn't linear, and the past Carter escaped refuses to stay buried. As the chaos of the ER pushes them together, Carter must learn that surviving isn't the same as living-and that maybe Trauma Barbie deserves her own happy ending too.

Jack Abbot is not an overly-neighborly person. He has secret nicknames in his head for most of the people on his floor and actively avoids any and all types of neighborhood politics. However, he can't deny his growing fondness for the single mom and toddler in apartment seventeen. (Nor his burning hatred for your baby daddy).

Livingston Maeve Rhodes-better known as Livy-spent years believing her life would be short. Cancer rewired her. Made her louder, sharper, and far less patient with bullshit. The day her scans finally come back clean, the world doesn't slow down-it explodes. And in the middle of that chaos, Livy meets Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, a man held together by caffeine, cynicism, and emotional avoidance. What begins as one reckless night turns into something neither of them planned for. Because Livy didn't survive cancer just to play it safe-and Robby doesn't realize yet that the woman who isn't afraid of dying might be the one thing that finally scares him. A story about survival, gallows humor, chosen family, and what happens when you stop bracing for the end.

You, Katrina Sparks, are a paramedic. Your cool demeanor, accurate assessments and unorthodox treatments catch Robby's attention first then Jack's. It doesn't hurt that you're stunning. But they can't be distracted by you when they have been not so patiently waiting for their third soulmate. The name that's been scrawled across Robby's ribs and Jack's thigh forever. But damn are you tempting. This fic depicts a three-way soulmate bond between two males and one female. If this will bother you do not read. This story features a named reader. You are still you, you just have the name I gave you. I do not even pretend this is close to medically accurate. complete at 60k

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.