When Jack Abbot’s wife died, everyone in the Pitt could see and even feel how it affected him. It was years before he was even remotely like himself again.

He still zoned out from time to time, still wore and fidgeted with his wedding ring, still thought about his late wife.

When you came along you were his star student, matching each other’s thoughts and actions. Eventually you had been put on day shift, no longer working with Abbot, and only seeing him in passing. But the year or two you worked with him, you developed feelings for him.

And even though you had feelings for him, you were too scared to act upon them. He had a wife—his one and only—and now he was mourning her. You couldn’t come in the middle of that.

It wasn’t until you saw Abbot and Mohan flirting that you discovered that you could’ve come in the middle. He was subtly flirting with her, still flirting, and it killed you. It made you want to be sick anytime you thought about it.

Mohan was effortlessly beautiful, talented, and smart. You could see why Abbot would want to be with her, but it didn’t hurt any less.

Instead of doing anything about it you decided it would be best to treat Abbot like you would any other colleague; not like you didn’t already. But more so than usual. You weren’t going to go out of your way to speak with him, only small talk and helping when needed.

You buried your feelings deep inside.

But it didn’t stop you from wondering what would’ve happened, what could’ve been if you did confess your feelings to him. Would you be together?

Would you have embarrassed yourself so bad you had to ignore him completely, or transfer to another hospital?

Either way, you wouldn’t know; you didn’t want to interfere with him and Mohan’s growing relationship; if it was that.