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“Jack,” he’s gray now. He wasn’t gray when they met but now his auburn brown hair has faded to almost entirely silver. She imagines it would suit him if there wasn’t so much blood in it. “to what do I owe the displeasure?”
Maybe it’s a mean thing to say when he’s actively being loaded out of an ambulance, but Samira really cannot bring herself to care. He’s upright and breathing, so in the grand scheme of things, the situation can’t be that bad. And you’re allowed to be rude to your ex-husband—it’s one of the big perks of getting divorced before you graduate med school. It’s the participation prize of a failed marriage.
“Hey there, gorgeous.”
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Samira's ex rolls into PTMC and brings a lot of baggage with him.Bookmarked by math_cha_matics
10 Jul 2026
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Jack didn’t go in much for praying anymore. No point, not when nobody upstairs seemed to give a shit either way. Praying was for altar boys and little kids and people who wanted their football team to win the Superbowl; for parents in his ER who refused medical care for their dying children in favor of speaking in tongues and yelling up the ladder to something that didn’t answer. Not for him. He believed in only a few things, and none of those were anything big enough to pray to.
Well, almost none. There’d been one thing. A person, really. Bigger than a person, though. More like a grand, orchestral concept, a hope half-divine, fifty-two percent of the reason he kept showing up to work for four years straight.
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Jack Abbot is seriously injured while responding to a mass shooting. Samira Mohan, who has left the Pitt, happens to be his ER doctor at Westbridge. A reunion and a conversation, both long overdue, follow.
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08 Jul 2026
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Samira Mohan goes to bed on Tuesday night and wakes up on Tuesday morning, which should be impossible.
Or: sixteen Tuesdays, one horrible loss, and the slow, terrifying discovery that letting someone in might be the only way out.
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07 Jul 2026
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It’s one thing to step into spaces that existed before her and will, therefore, exist after her, too. If need be, Samira can rewrite the story at the end: a pilgrim, just passing through.
It’s another thing entirely, with real significance and stakes, to build something new with someone. She’s rarely ever had the impulse, was never really one to pass time daydreaming about what her wedding dress might look like, or her car, or her house. Her classmates always seemed to have skin in the game when they played M.A.S.H. in between bells or at the lunch table, but not Samira.
There’s something about Jack, though. With him, she’s able to picture so clearly what their home—their future—might look like. With him it’s easy, textured technicolor.
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Jack and Samira move in together.
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07 Jul 2026
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“It’s gonna be a shitshow,” Ellis said, “But we all know what Samira’s gonna do.”
Both lockers slammed shut before Shen clicked his tongue thoughtfully and responded: “I dunno… She’s gonna find out, and I don’t know if he’s gonna be able to live with himself. She’s not the type to run off because of it, right?”
“Dude, no way. This is Mohan we’re talking about- she doesn’t have it in her.”
Samira overhears a conversation she shouldn't have. There's little left to do besides spiral- and play detective, of course.
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- Part 19 of The Pitt
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28 Jun 2026