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More of Mohabbot needing each other in order to have a healthy sleep schedule đŽ
(I literally started writing more about this concept, and then completely forgot about it in my drafts. Is it long? Yes. Am I on a writing streak because I am done with finals? Also yes! Did I write this at 2am? YES, please be easy on me)
(If you missed the first post, just know Samira and Jack find out they can only fall asleep unless they are cuddled up together, and they are tired!)
Jack really hopes he doesnât make it obvious.
Here in the Pitt, gossip spreads fast. Itâs like the second someone catches get a glimpse of something, they can stretch it out for months. And what Jack and Samira have, thatâs something to talk about.
Samira knew just as he did to keep things low and subtle. She had asked after their third ânight togetherâ, if they were going to keep doing this to please not let it flow into their work.
âYeah, sure thing.â He has said stretching from the most life changing sleep he has ever had, thinking how it easy it would be. He was such a fucking idiot. Cause it was anything but easy.
They both found out quickly that unless they were put on a shift together, or had time off, their little plan didnât really work. Since their dumb brains needed them together in order to turn off.
So, it was about to be Jackâs third night shift in a row without her, and he was starting to loose it. Then the buzz came, her name and contact photo appearing on the screen like a message from an angel (which it was), she was going to be on that night shift and she 100% âneeded a ride homeâ.
âSomeoneâs happy.â Dana snapped her gum, as she eyed him through her glasses. Shit, of course she noticed. Jack bit the inside of his cheek to keep his cool. Part of him wanted to just tell Dana, go on a full ten minute rant to explain the weird situation he found himself in. But you canât really explain how you quite literally need to be in bed with a resident in order to sleep, and he canât really explain the feelings itâs been stirring inside him either, so he just shrugs.
âJust happy to be at work.â He quipped hoping she would take the bait.
But Evans is a smart woman, and she just gives him a very suspicious âsure.â before officially signing off and ending her day.
As Jack waves at the charge nurse leaving, thatâs where he got a glimpse of her. Walking in with her headphones, hair in a ponytail that had her curls falling, and deep tired eyes. Of course, she still looked good, definitely better than Jack did, she could do that in any condition. But it was clear she was tired; the brightness in large eyes, the one that could make any patients day better, had dimmed . And Jack hated that. If only he could make time go faster, just so she could sleep. Fuck it, he didnât even care if she slept and he didnât, he would still try to make the hours past by. But they had a shift to start, and they had to keep it low.
The shift goes normal, screams here, blood there. Jokes from Parker. Eye rolls from Walsh. Laughter from Mateo. Not an easy day, but far from the worst. Jack works, and it seems his body uses all its energy for the emergency room, because he feels fine. Samira is also working like nothing is wrong, in fact sheâs doing it all with a smile. He knows itâs gonna hit the second they clock out, it always does.
He tries to make his exit as fast as he can. As the morning crew starts rolling in, Jack feels entire body beginning to change, desperate to leave. Itâs doing that weird thing where autopilot leaves, and his eyelids begin to get heavy. His mind starts to think of Samira, if heâs feeling this way, sheâs probably just as bad.
Shit, I gotta find her, and take her out of here.
He finds and talks with Robby, gets him up to date. Sprinkles a few jokes as to not bring awareness to the way he is practically searching for Samira.
âYou got things from here?â Jack says, as the two of them walk through the halls, passing by the night nurses who are scrambling to finish their day.
âShould be.â Robby says, crossing his arms in his typical fashion. âYou heading home?â
Jack clears his throat as he catches Samira chatting it up with Trinity by the lockers. Her eyes find him, and for a moment there is almost a brief conversation. He had already texted her where he parked. A couple blocks down, pretty far from where most people are heading, but not a stretch. Just enough that no one will notice, and no one will question.
Be there in one minute, he thinks, and for a second, itâs stupid. To think she can read his mind in this single look heâs giving her across the room.
But, Samira Mohan is an incredible woman, and she gives him the slightest nod and smile. Not even missing a beat with Trinity as she returns to their conversation, and Jack tries not grin as he turns back to Robby.
âYeah, brother.â Jack gives his friend a small tap on the shoulder. âIâm done for the day.â
âGood.â Robby gives a small nod. âCause I donât mean to be a dick man, but you look exhausted.â
Jack bites back a laugh. âTrust me. Iâm good.â
The truck is already unlocked,Jack had slipped Samira the keys in passing. He hops into the driverâs seat and lets out the loudest sigh. Sheâs already in the passenger seat, looking absolutely drained.
Sheâs is barely holding it together when she turns to him. âWe donât have to stop at my place today. I brought everything.â She kicks a backpack thatâs by her feet.
âPerfect.â Jack says, putting the keys into the ignition and starting the car. As the hum of the engine begins, Samira sits up straight.
âShit. Wait.â Samiraâs fingers finds her forehead. âI never asked before, you must be so tired too. Are you okay to drive?â
âIâm wide awake until youâre safe.â Jack says without thinking. âI could stay up for three more days, if you needed me to.â
Jack begins to pull out, and yes he is now wide awake because of how stupid that last sentence sounded. He makes a small glance to Samira, who seems to be both taken aback and relieved.
âOhâokay.â Samira gets out.
The rest of the car ride is silent, they listen to music that she has cued up, and itâs calm. Almost helping Jack forget what he had just said. He looks toward her as Samira stares out the window. He had realized early on how much she liked this part. Samira needed the silence. It was like every mile they passed was another step in shedding the burden that was keeping her awake. He realized he needed it too, the peace and quiet. Sometimes it led to him thinking about the shift, or other things that seemed to plague his mind, sometimes he didnât think about anything at all.
He liked what the silence offered. It meant communicating in other ways. He always took the route where they passed by a local park, one with a nice garden Samira had commented on one time, said she liked the flowers. He would slow down, just so she could look at them longer. And she always cued up a song he liked when they were close to home, making sure it lined up perfectly to when he parked the car.
The walk to his apartment is as silent as the car ride. Itâs like they are machines, moving as if they are back in the Pitt. They both enter, both put away their shoes and coats. They make their way to the bedroom, where Samira takes her backpack and immediately is moving toward the bathroom. As Jack hears the water of the shower go, he begins the routine, setting up the humidifier, making sure their alarms are set, and closing the blinds.
âI left some hot water for you.â Jack hears as he takes out his pajama pants from his closet.
âThanks for thinking of me.â Jack turns. He is met with wet haired Samira, a towel being used to dry her hair, sheâs wearing pajama shorts that are so small that they barely peak out from underneath her oversized t-shirt.
She looks at him, smiling softly, with tired eyes, and damp hair.
She has no idea how beautiful she is.
Jack blinks. âIâll be quick.â He mutters past her. Trying not to stare, but at that point heâs too tired to care.
He is quick. So quick, that by the time heâs done, sheâs still doing her skincare routine for the night. Samira did her part, turning off the lights, setting up the fan. Heâs not wearing a shirt, when he leaves the bathroom, only in his pj pants. They realized by the second time they did this, how hot it gets when you are bear-hugging the person next to you. Heâs glad she doesnât seem to mind his lack of clothes.
âCome here.â Samira smiles as she makes her way toward him. She has some moisturizer cream on her hands, that she quickly puts on his face. This is a new part to their routine, and Jack is not dumb enough to interrupt it.
âYou think I need this?â Jack closes his eyes, as she begins to do her work.
âMaybe a little.â He hears her laugh.
Just the sound of her voice makes him smile. âWhat? Do I look tired?â
When they are entering in bed, itâs silent again. At this point they know everything they need to know, all the tension that the other nights had completely gone. Jack lays down first, opening his arms so Samira can fit herself on his chest. She immediately falls into him, resting her head under his chin. He moves the blanket around them, so it captures the both of them.
âNight, Jack.â Samira says softly, her hand going to his upper body. She adjusts herself, head on him as she hooks one leg around his, and Jack feels entire body relax.
âGoodnight, Samira.â Jackâs arm wraps around her waist, pulling her close to his side as he hears her breathing get heavier.
It takes less than five minutes before both of them are completely knocked out.
Javadi But Sheâs Suspicious of Mohabbot Pt 3
(Some of yall asked for more. So here is more lmaoo, also itâs about time for a Jack POV)
(This chapter is shorter than the others I think or maybe itâs not. idk. I just like to write for fun yall. Again, be easy on this writer, iâm just having a good time. Also Samira and Vic will be back!)
Jack bit his thumb as he leaned back in the driver seat. It was almost seven, time to clock in for the day, and yet here he was. Sitting in his parked truck just looking at his phone, looking at a text from Samira Mohan.
u left ur jacket here btw.
Thatâs all she texted, only thing she had to text, and it alone was driving Jack crazy.
He let out a sigh as he rubbed his face, feeling his head saying something that he knew his heart was going to ignore. Jack looked at the time again, he really should be starting his shift.
And you shouldnât text her. His thoughts whispered to him. But somehow, other thoughts crept in. All of them leading back to that night, the teasing, the pulling, the way she looked up at him.
âFuck, it.â Jack let out. Allowing his fingers to text before he could even think, before the alarms started blaring, and before he could think of all the promises they made that night. Once it was sent, Jack immediately shut off his phone, got out of his truck and headed for the welcoming doors of the PTMC. Thankfully, he knew for a fact she wasnât working today.
*
Last week, Jack Abbot was invited to go out for drinks with friends who he couldnât decide whether they were good or bad influences. After years of group therapy, support groups for veterans and widowers, Jack managed to form some sort of friendship with a couple of guys that were pretty much in the same boat as he was.
It was different from hanging out with Robby who felt more like a brother, or drinks with the night crew. There was less tension between the men on things Jack knew wasnât as simple to talk about. It was easy to share humor with Matt who walked with a cane after his second tour in Afghanistan. Or to confide with Phil, who was scared to introduce his sons to his new girlfriend, especially since the loss of his wife eight years ago.
It wasnât as if Jack liked these friends more than his family at PTMC, these guys couldnât relate to burn outs from a long shift, or the burden of losing a patient. But they knew what the sleepless nights were like, the crying in the dark, the moments of not knowing if tomorrow would come. And that was enough. And Jack enjoyed his time with them, even if they did suck at golf.
The bar that Matt had chosen was one he couldnât seem to shut up about. Lion Heart, was a relatively new place in the area, one Jack had never been to before. The place was beyond nice. Jack had to admit it once he arrived, it had more of a subdued atmosphere, than what they were used to.
Lights low, more places to sit than stand, jazz music echoing through the walls. Everything about the place screamed expensive but the vibe was serene.
They had spotted him instantly, all of them sitting on a red leather couch that encircled a table, already littered with a couple of beers.
âThere he is!â Matt pointed out. âJack-Jack!â
The other guys all looked up, greeting him with their drinks, and before Jack could even sit down a bottle was slid into his hand.
âAll of you started without me.â Jack observed.
âSorry if youâre late to the party.â Matt arched his eyebrow. âBut we donât wait for nobody, not even our fancy pants doctor.â
Jack chuckled as he took a sip of his beer. It tasted horrible, which meant Anthony had ordered it, the guy wasnât too big on taste, just focused on results.
âIsnât this place cool?âPhil looked to Jack.
âHell, yeah.â Jack agreed. âIâm trying to figure out which date had the unfortunate experience with Matt here.â
Matt faked offense. âIt wasnât me who got introduced to this place by a date. It was Anthony.â
âAnd it wasnât an unfortunate experience.â Anthony protested. âShe hasnât texted me back. But I think it was a good date.â
Jack smiled, taking another sip of the awful beer, his face wincing. âYou know you guys only have an hour out of me, right?â
âYou act like youâre busy.â Anthony scoffed.
âI am busy.â Jack tilts his head.
âPhilâs a lawyer!â Anthony brought up. âWith twins!â
Jack, doesnât leave in an hour. The hour had long passed once the guys get into a heated conversation over the new rookie drafted to the Penguins. By the time, Jack is about to go to the bar for the next round of drinks (on him), heâs already feeling it. The buzz rushing to his head, the laughs that come more easily, and heat of the place as more people begin to pack in.
He had probably turned his head for a second, and maybe thatâs all it took for him to see Samira Mohan a couple of feet away.
How he didnât notice her before, was a question he might be asking for the rest of his life. Sheâs with people he had never seen before, probably an outside of work friend group, just as he was. The only clear difference between the two of them, was that she looked like she just came out of a photoshoot compared to the simple thing he had thrown together.
He had to swallow to steady himself at the sight of her. The soft curls, the black short dress, and the thigh high boots as she crossed one leg over the other, it was like she was trying to kill him. She had done her makeup simply, which made Jack notice how he never seen her in makeup before. Never seen her like this before.
He wants to blame the drinks, the atmosphere, the fact that she looks incredible. However a breath escapes his mouth as he realizes he has to be honest with himself.
He had been flirting with Dr. Mohan for a while now. It wasnât often, only when he had the pleasure of seeing her on night shifts, and he told himself it wasnât serious. At first it came off naturally, Jack seemed to flirt with everyone, or thatâs what Dana had said a long time ago. And she didnât seem to mind it, in fact she was flirting back, and thatâs where the problem started.
It was quick glances when a patient said something ridiculous, laughing at each otherâs jokes in the hallways, the stupid faces he would draw on her coffee cups when Shen let him take over dunkin runs. It wasnât serious. It couldnât be. Samira was far too intelligent, still very much a resident, and for her to even consider Jack like that, it just didnât make sense. She was just having fun, like he was. She had to be, right?
And Jack didnât do this. Not anymore. Sure, there were hookups that he had his time with; but those were quick and fleeting, and highly effective with his schedule. He didnât need to be digging himself an even deeper hole with Samira. Even if he found himself, looking forward to her opinions on articles he sent, waiting for the moment he could tell her some interesting gossip Walsh had told him about. Even now, when he couldnât pull his eyes off of her, he knew he was just falling down something he wouldnât want to come back from. Because what if he actually had a crush on her, what did that mean?
Anyone would have a crush on her. His mind seemed to echo. Sheâs the smartest doctor you have met in years, there is not a single patient you can think of that didnât like her. She wasâ
âHow long you gonna stare bud?â
âMhm?â Jack turned his head back around. He found Philâs gaze, the man had a small smirk on his face. Phil took a sip of his third drink as he waited for Jackâs answer.
âNo. No.â Jack laughed to himself, but he could feel the heat reaching his face. âItâItâs not like that, at all. She isââ
âWay too young for you.â Matt cut in, who was supposed to be in a conversation with Anthony. Suddenly, all three pair of eyes were now on their fancy pants doctor, and Jack was aware of how red he was turning.
âNo.â Jack snapped back at Matt, surprised on how quickly he got defensive. âI know her, from work.â
Philâs smirk stayed plastered on his face as he asked, âWhy havenât you mentioned her before?â
âIââ Jack found his words not forming. He turned his head back to her direction, and he could feel his stomach drop.
It was her friend who spotted him looking, she appeared to be leaning toward Samira, whispering something in her ear as she pointed an extremely obvious finger toward Jack and his friends.
When Samiraâs eyes met his. He instinctively held his breath. He saw her face relax, recognition in her eyes, a smile creeping up as a dimple became clear on her cheek. She waved at him.
Fuck, sheâs got me.
Jack felt himself breathe, as he lifted his drink, a small hello back at her. When he turned to his friends, they looked star struck.
âSee.â Jack grinned, taking another sip of beer, cause God knew he needed it. âTold you I knew her.â
âYou need to move now.â Matt said, his face stone cold. Which was concerning, since Matt was never serious.
âWhat?â
Phil looked like he was about to lose it. âBy her a drink!â
Jack turned back, they were still watching him. Samira and her friend, who was clearly engaged in this whole scene, were giggling.
âI donât know.â Jack started. âIt wouldnât be necessarily appropriate and you said yourself sheâs way too young and ther-â
He saw Samira get up, her eyes found his, her head did a cute gesture to the bar.
âYeah, youâre right.â Jack got up so fast that he almost knocked the table over. âIâll be back.â
âNo, you wonât.â Matt murmured, as he watched his friend beeline toward the bar.
Javadi but itâs her becoming suspicious of Mohabbot
(This is just basically Javadi and Mohanâs friendship with a sprinkle of Abbot. Iâm just so obsessed with the idea of the two girls having a close bond)
(This was way longer than I thought it would be. Also please know I just be writing out of the top of my head, so grammar is out the window. Also, also 18+)
When Victoria Javadi knows something, she knows something. And Samira is great at hiding things, always has been. Always making sure that whatever her mind is currently torturing her about, it stays way below the surface. Sheâs had tons of practice with patients, Robby, and her mother.
But the thing about being a pesky coworker who turned into an annoying little sister over the last few months, you learn things fast. And Victoria has never had an older sister to bother, so she will take every opportunity she gets to see how things play out.
She started getting suspicious when one night probably a month ago, during a facetime conversation, Samira suddenly told her about plans to go to a bar with some friends from college. Samira was excited, Victoria was completely jealous she couldnât come, and of course Samira had to pick the hottest outfit on planet Earth to wear. The same outfit Victoria had put together for her!
But regardless of all of that, Vic could easily think of how the night would go. Samira would most likely send her a few sporadic texts throughout the night, each getting more sloppy and incoherent. Maybe one drunk voice memo, one crazy text about someone from work she might bump into, and then a couple hours later the picture of takeout to reassure Vic that she made it home.
However that night, she got pretty coherent texts. One voice memo of Samira and her friends all saying hi to herâŠ. and then nothing.
It wasnât too out of the ordinary, they only started this routine of constantly communicating only recently, but it was enough for Vic to check her phone. She wanted to call, was about to send a âu good?â text, before she checked the location saw she was home and decided not to press any further. Samira probably had gotten caught it up with the night, and must have forgotten their routine. It was all good. Plus, Vic will see her in the morning.
The text actually came the second Victoria woke up. Her stupid alarm reminding her of the career she chose, she slaps her hand around her night stand to grab her phone. As she silences her alarm, she is met with notification from the contact Mimi đ€.
âThis should be good.â Victoria bites her lip, wondering what crazy video sheâs about to open, but all she gets is one very desperate message.
Please come to work early. i need ur help đ„č
Dr. Javadi ran to work that day.
She pushed through the commotion at the front desk, made her quick hellos to everyone on shift, and then practically ran through the door of the employees bathroom.
âSamira?â Victoria creeps in turning the corner.
âYeah?â Samira gives a weak answer.
âWhat happened to youââ And then Victoria sees it, and she doubles over in laughter.
âPlease.â Samira holds up a hand, holding back her own laugh. âI really donât need to hear this.â
Victoria is holding her stomach at this point. âReal classy, Mimi. Super classy.â
Thatâs when Victoria makes her way over, able to see in the poor lighting, the hickey that has appeared on the right side on Samiraâs neck. It wasnât bad, not a huge distraction, but it was there and pretty apparent. And Victoria soaks this all in, because that means the Princess of the Pitt, had a drunken hookup. And Samira doesnât do this, she hardly even gets drunk.
âHad a fun night I see.â Vic chuckles.
âYeah, yeah.â Samira rolls her eyes, gesturing to the bathroom counter that is littered with makeup. âCan you help me out, Dr. J? I started but youâve always been better at this. Plus I feel like you wouldâve hated me if I didnât show you.
âOh yes, I totally would have. And of course, Iâll help you out.â Victoria says, picking up a makeup sponge almost immediately. âBut you owe me.â
As sheâs working, itâs hard not to ask, so she goes straight for it.
Victoria raises her eyebrows, lifting Samiraâs chin. âWhatâs his name?â
âWhat if it was a her?â Samira tests.
Victoria pulls back. âWas it?â
âNo.â Samira sighs, a little defeated, and Victoria watches as her eyes shift. A clear Mohan tell. âIt was a guy. But heâs not important, it wasnât serious.â
âDid you tell him that?â Victoria scoffs. âCause he seemed to really like you.â
âGosh this feels so childish.â Samira puts a hand to her face.
âStill havenât given me a name?â
âTrust me Vic, it was a one time thing.â
âLet me guess, some hot shot lawyer⊠Wait! Accountant! You always seem to get those.â
âNo, and no.â Samira raises an eyebrow. âAnd you canât guess.â
Thatâs when alarm bells start ringing. Cause as much as Samira doesnât do much outside of work, sheâs an open book, especially after the connection they started forming. Nothing was off the table. So why start now?
âSo, what?â Victoria turns her head, inspecting the work. âThis guy was like a douche? Bad in bed?â
âUm.â Samira hesitates. Her eyes move to the floor as if recalling something, and flush creeps on her face.
âShit, clearly not.â Victoria leans forward. âThen why wonât you tell me? Better yet, why are you saying itâs a one time thing? If heâs a nice guy and clearly has you acting all school girly-â
âIâm not acting like that.â Samira interrupts
âYou are.â Victoria cuts back in. âWhy arenât you seeing him again?â
Samira steps back, examining the neck, in the mirror before exhaling deeply.
âItâs just complicated.â Samira shrugs like that solves anything.
âWhy? Does he have a girlfriend or something?â
âNo Vicââ
âMilitary?â
âHuh? Vicââ
âDo we know him?â
Suddenly there is a hand on Victoriaâs mouth and Samira is staring at her with her soft, yet stern eyes.
âVictoria. I love you. But no more.â Samira shakes her head, letting her hand drop. âItâs really nothing.â
âOkay.â Victoria backs off. âFine. Iâll drop it.â
âThank you.â Samira sighs. âOkay, letâs start the day!â
The entire shift, Victoria watches her friends like a hawk. But thereâs nothing, no more tells, no more subtle hints, just complete avoidance of what happened.
Sheâs making it so obvious, because sheâs not doing anything. Vic thinks as the day ends, chewing on the edge of the pen as she watches Samira chit chat with a patient. There is more to this, if only she could-
âDonât tell me youâre eating that for dinner.â The joke comes from behind Vic, that familiar voice and tone that always seems to bother her about charting. âThatâs me checking in, by the way.â
âHi, Dr. Abbot.â Victoria greets, dropping her pen but not her gaze as she returns back to her charts. âWhatâs new with you?â
âNothing.â The night shift attending shrugs. âWhat about you kiddo?â
âIâm solving a mystery.â Victoria mumbles under her breath, but loud enough for Dr. Abbot to hear it.
âSounds fun.â He says, clapping his hands together before he makes his exit. âLet me know when you solve it.â
âTrust me.â Vic says more to herself as Abbot walks away. âI will.â
And thatâs only how it starts.
âIâd lose myself for youâ
â A New Girl AU đ
Samira, who has been invited by Mel to her new apartment, isnât convinced that her current living situation is ideal â despite the reassurance from her childhood best friend. Sheâs always been protective of Mel, considering her soft and empathetic nature.
So, she obviously jumps at the chance to visit Mel and investigate this odd roommate situation. After all, the idea of living with not one, not two, but three men is nothing short of a nightmare to Samira.
She reluctantly follows Mel towards the door labeled 4D. âYouâre going to really like them, Mira. Theyâre lots of fun and I can assure you that they have real jobs.â Mel chatters on, but Samira is still unconvinced.
âIâll be the judge of that,â she mutters.
The door opens with nudge and some effort, and the sight in front of them is three men of varying ages lounging on the sofa.
Samira holds back a grimace. She promised sheâd try.
âHey guys! Iâd like to introduce to my closest and childhood best friend, Samira Mohan.â Mel clutches her forearm to encourage her to talk. The three of them perk up at the sound of Melâs voice.
âHi, Iâve heard so much about you guys,â Samira says, plastering on her practiced model smile.
It seems as though that piqued their interest because all of a sudden, theyâve all sat upright. One roommate catches her eye. Heâs all freckles and auburn curls. The black shirt he wears does wonders to his muscled, and very veiny arms. Why is she trying to inconspicuously check out her probably creepy roommate?
âWow, I didnât know Mel had hot friends; wouldâve asked her to bring home guests sooner then â Iâm Jack, by the way,â he offers a confident smile, extending his hand forward. Fuck, he has dimples.
But, Samira isnât that impressed. As a full-time model, sheâs had her fair share of men trying to win her over with mock niceties and sugary compliments. What takes her aback though, is the crudeness that exudes off of Jack.
âSamira,â she takes his hand, drawing herself closer to his ear. âAnd Iâm not that easy. Keep that in mind, Jack.â
She pulls back, smile painting her lips. Sheâs doing this for Mel.
Jack barely looks phased, but she doesnât miss the flash of surprise that crosses his face before that. Mel introduces her other two roommates, Frank and Michael, who quickly interjects with a âjust call me Robby.â
Normally, sheâd dwell on the strange tension shared between Frank and Mel, but she stores that away for later. She feels a certain pair of hazel eyes burning holes into her back as she watches Mel bicker with Frank about something related to his angry plumbing tendencies.
What a strange, strange trio of men.
âSo, Samira,â Jack starts. She turns to look at him. âDo you like⊠raisins?â
Jesus Christ. This man is hopeless.
âI donât particularly hate them?â
âWell, how do you feel about dates?â Samira resists the urge to face palm. The tips of Jackâs ears turn red as she gives him a deadpan stare.
Before she can respond, Mel announces that she has to take a quick call before retreating to her bedroom hurriedly.
âAlright. Listen up, losers.â Frank and Robby are now looking at Samira, along with an embarrassed looking Jack.
âMel is my best and closest friend. Sheâs been treated like shit by her ex boyfriend because she was always too fucking nice to call him out on his idiocy. But I donât let shit slide,â she says. Her narrowed eyes scan each man, instilling in their heads where she stands in this dynamic.
âIf any of you, and I mean, any of you, hurt her,â she points a perfectly manicured finger at them threateningly.
âI will not hesitate to fuck you up. And I mean it. I know enough people.â
Frank, Robby and Jack stare at her, wide-eyed. Robby and Frank mutter words of agreement. Jack looks enthralled, blushing painting his cheeks.
Mel comes out shortly after, and Samira says her goodbyes to everyone and starts walking to the front door. As Mel stands with Samira at the door, Jack pats his heated face.
âGuys, I think I might be attracted to Melâs best friend. And I mean majorly. Thereâs something so⊠dominating about her.â
Robby gives Jack a pitiful look. âJack, buddy, youâre majorly fucked.â
And that he is. But thatâs a road Jack is willing to go down.
note: guess who had another au idea but this time, inspired by new girl!!! iâm terribly pitt-pilled so in my head, jessica is so mel and cece is obviously samira and it got me thinking of this little blurb
unfortunately i have a track record of starting things and never finishing them but iâll eventually get to one of my ideas i hope
If you like a Long Island Iced Tea, wait until you try the provocatively named Adios, Motherfucker. Itâs fun, boozy and blue.
Found a recipe for it that's worded like electrochemistry wrote it
Update: this tastes like if a baha blast could kill you and annihilates any ongoing anxiety attacks
Update update: comparing this to a long island is like comparing a pickup truck to a tank
auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"
This Author has come to bear news regarding the marriage mart, Miss Samira Mohan and Dr Jack Abbot are engaged to be wed! Through whisperings of the ton, it is apparent the proposal took place during their recent promenade.
Mohabbot Blurb | Voicemails
Voicemail
September 5, 10:20 PM
âHey, Mohan. Itâs Abbot. Uh⊠I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay. You donât have to call back. I know after shifts like today the last thing you probably want to do is talk about it.â
âI keep thinking about the pigtail catheter. You did good. I know I told you that already, but I figured it was worth saying again.â
âI know youâre probably going to replay today in your head. Every patient, every call you made, everything you wish had gone differently. Try not to let yourself get stuck there.â
âShifts like this one tend to stick with you. Iâve learned that the hard way. Just donât mistake carrying today with failing because you didnât. You showed up when people needed you. Thatâs what matters.â
âYouâre a hell of a doctor, Mohan. And if your brain wonât shut off tonight, or you need somebody who understands what today felt like⊠Iâm probably awake.â
âTry to get some sleep. Goodnight.â
July 4, 9:41 PM
âItâs Jack. Just wanted to check in and see if your DKA patient got the bag of med supplies.â
âMy shoulderâs doing better, by the way. You did a nice job with it. Thanks for not making a thing out of it. I really need to consider a different hobby. I heard pickleball is fun.â
âAnyway. I hope you got to enjoy at least a little bit of the holiday. Maybe watch some fireworks. Or donât. Theyâre kind of overrated.â
âIâll see you tomorrow. Night.â
February 19, 2:15 PM
âHey. Donât worry, nothingâs wrong.â
âI was reading, which, before you say anything, yes, I know. Riveting way to spend an afternoon off. Better than getting myself shot at, though.â
âThere was a paper in JAMA about delays in care. I emailed it to you. Not because I expect you to read it tonight or anything. Iâm sure youâre busy. It just reminded me of that conversation we had after that septic shock patient last month. I was curious what youâd think. You always catch things everyone else misses.â
âSo⊠Read it. Or donât. But if you do⊠Humor me. Iâd like to hear what you think.â
âAnyway. No rush. Call me whenever youâve read it. Have a good rest of your shift.â
June 30, 3:59 PM
âAfternoon. I know todayâs your last shift as a resident, and well, I figured Iâd call quick before you get busy.â
âI just wanted to say congratulations. Youâve earned this. Iâve watched you grow into one of the best emergency physicians Iâve worked with.â
âI know if someone I cared about came through those ambulance doors⊠Iâd want you taking care of them. I donât say that lightly.â
âI had this whole speech planned in my head. It sounded a lot better. Guess thatâs why I went into medicine instead of public speaking.â
âI know everyoneâs meeting tonight for drinks. Iâm going to try to stop by if I can. It wouldnât feel right missing your last night.â
âCongratulations again, Doc. Iâm proud of you.â
July 1, 6:03 AM
âMorning. Before you panic⊠Yes, Iâm well aware that it is six in the morning. Youâre probably awake anyway. First day and all.â
âAttending Samira Mohan. It has a nice ring to it.â
âI just wanted to wish you luck. Not that youâll need it. Youâre going to do amazing. Theyâre lucky to have you. Even if Iâm still a little annoyed they stole you from us.â
âRemember to trust your instincts. Theyâve served you pretty well so far.â
âCall me after your shift. Iâd like to hear how it went. And if they give you too hard a time, I know where they park.â
âGo knock âem dead, Doc.â
October 12, 8:11 AM
âMorning, sweetheart. I almost said âDr. Mohan.â Force of habit, I guess. I woke up about ten minutes after you left.â
âI miss you already. Feels a little ridiculous considering youâve only been gone an hour.â
âAnyway. Go save some lives. Be brilliant. Try to remember to eat lunch before three in the afternoon. Drink some water too.â
âI was thinking Iâll order from that place you like tonight and we can watch a movie or something.â
âIâll see you tonight, Samira.â
âLove you.â
Ughhhh I love them so much
nothing better than thisâŠ.
An absolutely exhausted Samira, who canât understand why she wonât sleep. Itâs not effecting her work, but it shows when she steps out of the hospital. Almost like she is on autopilot when she hits the ER, and the second she leaves those doors, it finally hits that she hasnât slept in 24 hours. Itâs getting to the point where itâs concerning, Dana, Mckay and even Santos are realizing this problem is getting worse. And nothing she tries is working, reading, vitamins, even mediating. She is wide awake. Word gets around and Jack, (who has own issues with sleeping) decides he should help.
Itâs incredibly weird at first, Jack in Samiraâs bedroom, giving her the best tips he had learned over the years that have helped him in some way. He says that despite the various techniques he has learned, they one way or another fail and he has to try something new, this leads to obvious teasing from Samira. If he canât sleep why in the world is he helping her? It gets to the point where itâs already late, Samira will try to sleep, but offers Jack her couch because of the time, he takes it and hopes he has managed to help her in some way.
He doesnât help, Samira stares at her ceiling, thinks how she desperately wants to leave her bed. She thinks to get some water and tip toes her way to her kitchen ,where she finds Jack on her couch also not sleeping. Itâs at the point the two decide maybe to just sit on the couch and talk, itâs calm at first, to just sit in the dark and just have a small, quiet, calm conversation.
All Jack can remember is the sound of Samira laughing lowly before he wakes up, on her couch. His head is heavy like itâs never been before. He rubs his eyes like actually rubs his eyes because of how deep he was sleeping. Only then does he notice Samira on his chest. Heavy breathing, curls in her face, and arm over him like she has done it a million times.
Now work is weird. Because it is the best sleep both of them has gotten in a while. For Jack, it has been years. Neither one of them are going to admit it, but they both know that their stubbornness canât hold out forever. They will eventually become so tired, they will find each other again.
yeah, sure
this sculpture is from 2011 by artist sara swink
cats have been bothering humans since at least 2011
um...exsqueak me ?
Happy Mohabbot Monday :)
Baby sphinx trying to be like mama and waylaying travelers, but all its riddles are completely non-sensical like the ones a 1st grader would tell