Hello my name is Lana and welcome to my blog! I've been writing fanfiction since 2018 but I've been creating stories for as long as I can remember. After years of being exclusively on wattpad I finally made the jump to join this platform and ao3 as well so forgive me as I am still learning the ropes.
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contains: the pitt, samira mohan x jack abbot, phone call, mild hurt/comfort
summary: It's the fourth of July, and Jack Abbot can't stop thinking about Samira Mohan.
word count: 1.2k
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Jack scrubbed a hand over his face as he paced the stairwell. It was just one call, so why was the little green button next to that name causing his heart to leap in his throat? She was most likely asleep by now. It was eleven pm and from what Jack overheard she'd had a very shitty day. She had to have been exhausted. He told himself he was just checking inâprofessionally of course. But who calls one of their senior residents at eleven o'clock at night on the fourth of July?
If he waited any longer he'd miss his window. The chaos slowed significantly within the past hour. However, the night was still young and fireworks stilled boomed across the city. Shen could only cover him for so long. He sucked in a deep breath and pressed the call button. He could hear his on heart thump loudly in his chest as the line ringed.
"Come on, Samira." He murmured to himself as he kept his eyes fixed on the ticking clock above the window of the stairwell. He planned to leave a voicemail if she didn't answer but a selfish part of him just wanted to hear her voice since he didn't catch her before she left earlier that day.
"Dr. Abbot?"
Jack snapped from his daze. "Dr. Mohan!" He cleared his throat. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Um, no, you didn't," she sighed. "Can't seem to sleep anyways."
"Damn." His voice trailed off as his chest grew heavy. "After a day like today? That's unfortunate."
"Yeah, it is." She sounded completely drained. "Anyway, can I ask why you're calling me on shift? If the night moves anything like today then you should be with your patients."
Jack shrugged. "I have a small window of down time."
"Okay, then what is it?."
He could hear rustling on the other end and could only assume that she was sitting down.
"I'm uhâ" He rested his chin on his palm. "I'm just checking in I guess. Dana said that you we're looking for me earlierâsomething about a letter of recommendation?"
"Oh yeah, that." Disappointment laced her tone.
"Are you applying for fellowships for next year?" He maintained his professional persona.
"I was going to try." Her voice cracked. "Now I'm probably not going to apply for anything at all."
"Why not?" Jack was confused. She was the smartest person he knew, surly she could get into any fellowship that she wanted.
"I think that I'm going to throw in the towel for the whole emergency medicine specialty." She stumbled over her own words as if to reassure herself.
"What?" Jack stood abruptly, surprised at what he just heard. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not cut out for this, Dr. Abbot. If no one told you already I fucked up pretty badly today."
"Dr. Mohan-"
"I lost a patient today because I missed something on the scan. Ogilvie was under my supervision and now he feels at fault for the lost." Her voice began to shake. "The other oneâMr. Diaz if I hadn't let him leave earlier than he wouldn't be in the ICU with a TBI. If I was more on top of things today thenâ"
"Samira." Her name rolled off his tongue and gave her pause. "Breathe for me, okay?" He wished that he was standing beside her rather then on the other end of the phone.
The rambling was soon replaced by deep inhales. After several moments past, Jack spoke up again.
"Better?"
Samira released a shaky breath. "A little."
"Good." He smiled to himself. "Now check your pulse for me."
She scoffed. "I'm fine I swear-"
"Just humor me." He shook his head.
"Okay." The line went quiet for a minute. "It's a little spiked but normal."
"That's good." He cleared his throat. "Now listen to me. Youâre a brilliant doctor, Samira. Hellâyou're smarter than all of us."
"But I-"
"Listen." He urged. "Today was a bad day, okay? There's no doubt about it. I'm sorry about Robby. He was a dick and you didn't deserve to be treated that way."
"Why are you apologizing?" Samira asked.
"Because he didn't and it's what you deserve." He sighed, if only she knew that he thought the world of her. "Also because I wasn't there. Things would've went a lot differently if I was." When Dana informed him of the way Robby treated Samira earlier that day, Jack imagined all of the different ways he could've smacked some sense into the man. He knew that Robby had his struggles but it was not excuse to belittle and shame his residents, especially not his best doctor on staff.
"You're a good doctor, Mohan," he continued. "Not enough people give you credit. I've seen you with your patients. You care about them and go above and beyond to get them the care that they need. I've seen your skills firsthand. The way that you gracefully handled the MCI, not a lot of people could handle it like you did. You saved that man threading that pigtail catheter."
"It wasn't without your guidance." If he had to guess, he would say that she was smiling.
"Every night shift I've worked you with you I've seen your bedside manner. When you present you cover all of your bases and address every concern. When health insurance is an issue, you go above and beyond to ensure that your patients get the care that they need."
Samira remained silent.
"Look, don't quit the ED, okay? It would be a huge disservice to the entire city of Pittsburgh and the United States." His gazed up at the ceiling and chose his next words with caution. "Take a few days off. After a day like today I'd say you earned it, okay? Doctor's orders."
A laugh broke through the speaker. "How long have you be waiting to use that line?"
"You have no idea." He smirked and found himself laughing too.
"Hey, Abbot." Parker Ellis poked her head through the door of the stairwell. "We've got a trauma en route. Another party gone sideways, there were firecrackers involved. From what we know the guy's missing at least two limbs."
"Shit." Jack shook his head. "I'll be right out."
"Okay." Ellis nodded. "I've bet $20 on the left foot and pinky finger." She disappeared back into the ED.
"It sounds like things are picking up again." Samiraâs voice broke through the other end.
"Seems like it." Jack sighed. "I'll write up that recommendation letter for you by the end of the day tomorrow."
"Dr. Abbot you don't have to-"
"I insist, Samira. Any department would be lucky to have you. I mean it." If only she truly knew how much he meant it.
"Okay." She surrendered. "I'll let you go."
"I'll call you tomorrow to make sure you're following my orders." He smirked.
"Funny," she scoffed. "I'll make note of that."
He chuckled into the phone. "Goodnight, Samira. Try to get some sleep, okay?"
Samira yawned. "Okay, goodnight, Jack." The line went dead as she hung up the phone.
Jack took in a deep breath and stared at the blank phone screen. It was the first time she had addressed him as Jack. He smiled to himself before he shoved his phone in his pocket and stepped back out into the chaos of the ED.
Today is the 4th of July, aka the pitt s2 day, aka aka the worst day of Samira Mohan's life and the last time we see her at PTMC. I'll miss you forever Ms. Future of Medicineđđ
no cause we really got jack "i'll pay for it" abbot, titus "iâm the one whoâs going to gets you" danforth and grant "you dont have to beg me to fuck you i'm going to" reilly
THE. SAME. YEAR
he basically horny bombed us without blinking, and then he dares to show up on interviews acting all shy (which I love)
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
thinking about how supriya said that samira struggles to feel empathy towards her coworkers in contrast to her patients and i think this adds so many layers to the mohabbot sceneâŠ
like at first samira is worried about abbot because he is injured but then he dismisses it and she just stops caring about him until he offers to help her.
and then she sees that heâs struggling with his wound. when she decides to help him, he becomes her patient, not just a coworker, and thatâs why she shows care.
god i just wish we couldâve seen more of this because i think itâs so funny but also so serious at the same time.
âWell, doc, whatâs the verdict? Do I get to keep the arm?â
Samira bites back her smile as she collects the detritus of her handiwork: the gauze sheâd used to catch run-off from irrigating Jackâs graze with saline solution; the cotton swab heâd handed her without protest that came away scarlet when she pressed it to his abraded skin; the packaging of the Tegaderm now covering the starburst wound and several precious freckles.
Slowly, she peels off her gloves and discards the lot, then comes back around to wheel the overbed table away and take its place in front of him. Runs her hands through his curls: one settling to cup his skull and tilt his head back just so, the other trailing down to his neck, her fingers fitting perfectly atop the tan lines there. âDepends,â she finally answers. âStill trying to decide if hacking it off will make me feel better.â
(Sure, it was just a graze, but it was a large one, skin scraped raw in a way that called road rash to mind; and anyway, what is it that he had said? A high-velocity projectile doesnât have to penetrate to damage.)
Jack gives her a boyish grin. âHey now,â he says, his voice pitched low and spackled through with grit. âI thought you liked my hands.â
He brings them to her waist as if she needs the reminder, when really, when isnât she thinking of his hands on her? Of his coarse-heeled palms kneading her breasts then roving lower, spreading her thighs apart and holding them to the mattress to eat her with ease? Two fingers pressing on her tongue then into her cunt, slick enough that the saliva is more for play than for added lubricationâ
Samira shudders. If the strategic placement of his black undershirt obscuring his lap is anything to go by, she bets if she were to ask him to plead his case right here, right now, he would.
They donât have the time, though, so she settles with, âYeah. Yeah, I do. Spared this time, Abbot.â
He hums. She can practically feel it in her chest, as acutely as she can feel the mindless fractal patterns heâs begun tracing over her iliac crests with his thumbs. âLucky me.â Then, far from subtle: âAny, uh, plans for after your shift?â
She knows what heâs actually asking. Itâs still new, this thing between them, but sheâs already begun spending more time at his place than at her own. Even before his injury, sheâd planned on keeping him company tonight, an extra buffer against the fireworks; so now, with the sound of gunfire fresh on his mindâ
âMmm, I donât think Iâll be going to my apartment.â
âNo?â Samira has never heard so much thinly-veiled hope in a single syllable.
âNope. Thing is,â she reaches past him to take his tactical zip in hand, folding it into a neat square sheâll place in his locker as he scrubs up, âI have this patient Iâm going to need to keep an eye on. I donât usually make house calls, but heâs special. Reckless, sure, and a bit of a cowboy, but special nonetheless. A real heart of gold. Anyway, Iâm going to want to check on him. Make sure I let him know that his instinct to put himself in danger to ensure someone elseâs safety is noble butââ her gaze tracks up from the bloody sleeves to his eyes, all traces of previous teasing gone, âbut that I hope it isnât rooted in the belief that heâs expendable, because he isnât. Not to anyone here. Not to me.â
Besotted. Itâs the only word that comes close to describing the look on Jackâs face. Like heâd give her the world if she just asked, and maybe even before then, too. He swallows thickly. âHe sounds like a piece of work,â he manages, his throat tight.
âOh, he is,â she agrees with a quirk of her lips. âIt doesnât feel like work with him, though.â
âYeah?â he whispers. Urges her closer, hands somehow more reverent than before; she didnât know that was even possible. âWhat does it feel like?â
She noses at Jackâs hair: sweat, and the remnant of his curl cream that sheâs taken to using herself, and a faint tang of heated metal under the antiseptic of their surroundings. Years ago, if sheâd been asked to describe the scents of home, she never would have imagined the blend to be her answer. But it is now, and she lets herself sink into it for a moment longer before the fray pulls both of them back in.
Apologies for the lack of posting/writing. If you must know I've spent the past four days binge watching Attack On Titan. Currently on s4 ep9...everyone so hot/crazy PLEASE INVOLVE ME!
Apologies for the lack of posting/writing. If you must know I've spent the past four days binge watching Attack On Titan. Currently on s4 ep9...everyone so hot/crazy PLEASE INVOLVE ME!
did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
and that heaven is overrated?
and tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
â one without a permanent scar?
and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
