One thing you hated was the fact your dad worked in the ER. Especially the ER in Pittsburgh that never seems to get a break.

You wait on a bench outside of the noisy hospital. Ambulances rolling in and out every now and then. Your hands are tucked away in your dad's green coat. You sniffle as your nose runs from the cold. It grows numb at the cold breeze.

You didn't mind waiting in the cold though.

Every time the sliding doors open you can't help but glance up in hope it's your dad. Each time it's someone different; some familiar faces but it was never your dad.

The sliding doors open once more, your eyes flick up, and to your surprise it's a more than familiar face. "Jack?" You say, almost like it was a question. "You waiting up for your dad?" You scoot over on the bench as he inches closer. He just has on black scrubs, a grey shirt under, and a stethoscope wrapped around his neck.

With a soft grunt he sits down next to you. He leans back a bit and his legs spread open slowly in a manspread you can't help but notice. Your eyes flick away quickly. "Robby is going to be held up a bit tonight." Your eyes flick to his.