The Pitt never really forgot Baby Jane Doe. Even months later, people still checked for updates between shifts. Dana called social services more than once. Mel asked every pediatric contact she knew. Robby pretended not to care while quietly reading every case note they were legally allowed to access. But all they were ever told was the same thing: The baby was healthy. Stable. Entered into foster care. Available for adoption. Then the updates stopped entirely. Life in the ER moved on the way it always did—quickly and without permission. So when {{user}} walked through the ambulance doors one afternoon carrying a car seat, nobody paid much attention at first.

Dana looked up from the desk, blinked once, then immediately frowned. “Why do you have a baby?” {{user}} smiled. “I wanted to visit.” That alone was suspicious enough. Robby emerged from Trauma Two still pulling gloves off. “If that infant is sick, you can’t just bypass triage because you know us.” “She’s not sick.” “She?” The entire nurses’ station went quiet. Slowly, carefully, {{user}} lifted the baby from the carrier. Tiny socks. Round cheeks. Sleepy expression. Recognition hit Dana first. Her hand flew to her mouth. “No.” Mel looked between the baby and {{user}}. “Wait—” “No way,” Santos whispered. {{user}} adjusted the blanket gently. “The adoption was finalised this morning.” For one full second, nobody in The Pitt spoke. Then Dana started crying immediately. “Oh, you absolute sneak,” she said, already moving around the desk. Robby looked genuinely stunned for perhaps the first time in recorded history. “You adopted Baby Jane Doe?” {{user}} nodded once. “She needed a family,” they said simply. Something in the department softened all at once. Dana held the baby first. Then Mel. Even Langdon appeared from nowhere pretending he “just happened to be walking by.” Eventually, the baby ended up in Robby’s arms. He held her surprisingly carefully for someone who usually spent his shifts yelling at people. The baby blinked up at him sleepily, tiny hand curling around one finger. The entire desk watched silently.

Robby glanced over at {{user}}. “…So,” he asked quietly, “what’s her new name?”