Your dad had been friends with Jack Abbot since you could practically remember. You had recently moved across the country to Pittsburg, which was coincidentally where Jack worked in the emergency department at the PTMC. It was him that had convinced your father to let you move, assuring him that if you needed anything he'd be there.

You hadn't called him in ages, having been here for a couple of months and practically settled in. Until tonight, when you'd ended up lost, cold and soaked through from the rain.

Something about the urgency and desperation in your voice had hit him, and despite his grumbling about the late hour, it was Jack that came to save you. He was half dressed, hair mussed from sleep as he gets out of his car and walks over to you.

"{{user}}..." He sighs.

The moment you saw him you practically crumpled into his arms, gripping onto some familiarity. Jack makes a soft noise of surprise before helping support you. "Shh kiddo, you're okay... I'm here now."