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    “It’s fine," Samira says. "I am going to shower and review my notes for the guest lecture and take a melatonin so I can sleep in order to be prepared for tomorrow. In a bed with Dr. Abbot. Oh my god, Mel.”

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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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    01 Jun 2026

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    "I don’t think I’m used to people touching me anymore.”

    “I know what you mean,” she says. “Obviously, I’m touching people all the time but it’s… different, right? When it’s patients and their families?”

    “Yeah.” He scrapes at the label on his beer bottle with the nail of his thumb.

    “When I was in undergrad, I read this article about people needing… well, I guess it was women, but I’m not sure that matters… a certain number of non-sexual touches every day. It was mostly about mental health, but I think about it a lot.”

    He thinks she’s probably thinking about her mental health a lot more lately than usual, too. “What’s the right number of touches?”

    “Thirteen,” she says. Her voice sounding a little defeated. “Thirteen non-sexual touches every day. But not just any touch. It’s going to be purposeful touching. And it should be someone you’re close to. Family. A partner. Friends. Just brushing up against a stranger or shaking hands with a colleague isn’t enough to start the flow of dopamine and oxytocin.”

    “Thirteen. That’s not so many.”

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    “Will you teach me?” she asks, an unconscious echo of her first approach to him.

    “That’s not what we’ve been doing, Samira?”

    She finishes the rest of her beer and puts it back down on the table with a loud clunk. “Will you teach me to do a crike with my eyes closed?” She looks up at him. Her turn to counter, now, with a purposeful, “Jack?”

    His jaw ticks. She smiles.

     

    After Pittfest, Samira asks Dr. Abbot for a crash course in combat medicine. She gets more than she bargained for.

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