TITUS DANFORTH X F. OC In which a girl finds a life changing job as some rich guys assistant, and said man is just a little obsessed with her.

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.

She came to PTMC to become exceptional. She didn't expect Dr. Jack Abbot. Brilliant, exacting, and relentlessly professional, he is the kind of mentor who makes residents better simply by believing they already are, and the kind of man who calls her sweetheart without meaning to and spends the next morning rebuilding his walls. Their slow burn spans twelve weeks of careful rules, five months of an even more careful maybe, and one honest conversation that might cost them everything. Cracks in the Armor is a story about the love that shapes you rather than keeps you. About delivering other people's beginnings for a living and learning, finally, to claim your own. Some love stories end at the altar, some end with the rest of your life finally in front of you.

Can't stop thinking about The Pitt? Same. This is a running collection of one-shots: angst, fluff, whump, the occasional gut-punch. Updated (usually) daily from my Tumblr @ emotionallyintubated. Requests are open. Come bleed with me.