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Dr Abbot:
Evening, Dr Mohan. Sorry to disturb you on your day off.
I’ve a question.

Dr Mohan:
Oh, no worries at all. Do you need me to come in? I can pull a double, if need be.
I was reading up on that endotracheal intubation article you recommended.

Dr Abbot:
You really don’t switch off, do you?
Much as I’d appreciate the backup, you’re not required tonight.
What I did want to ask was how you’d feel about moving to the evening shift?

Dr Mohan:
I’d be happy to do that.

Dr Abbot:
All right… something’s off.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a one-sentence answer from you, by text or in person.
Are you just being polite to your attending, or are you genuinely happy to join me on the evening shift?

Dr Mohan:
No, I’m not lying. I really would love to work the evening shift.
It’s just… I feel like maybe Dr Robby’s trying to get me off his hands. I know I frustrate him, and I know he thinks I’m not cut out for emergency medicine.

Dr Abbot:
Firstly, I like the man, but Robby can be a real pain sometimes.
I can assure you that he does not think that. In fact, he sees too much of himself in you, which is why he pushes so hard.
It was his idea to switch you. Pittfeast apparently showed him that we work well together, and he thinks I can teach you better than he can.
I was also told to make sure you are never called Slowmo.

Dr Mohan:
He said all that?

Dr Abbot:
Yes, he said it all.

Dr Mohan:
Okay, well then yes. I will be more than happy to move to the night shift.

Dr Abbot:
Fantastic. I will ask Dana to draw up your new shift schedule.

Dr Mohan:
I look forward to being under you.
Sorry, I mean working under you.

Dr Abbot:
I assumed that was what you meant.
Although I appreciate the enthusiasm.
Let us stick to the professional phrasing in front of others, though, shall we?

Dr Mohan:

Thank you for today.
I know I ask too many questions during the pedestrian vs bus case. 

Dr Abbot:
That is literally what you are meant to do.
Questions mean you care and want to learn.
I would be worried if you stopped.

Dr Mohan:
Still, I appreciate your patience.

Dr Abbott:
Patience is easy when the person in front of you wants to improve.

Dr Mohan:
I will try not to let you down.

Dr Abbot:
That would be impossible.

Dr Abbot:
Now, before you reply with another anxious message, I have one final instruction for the evening.

Dr Mohan:
Instruction?

Dr Abbott:
Yes.
You are not to open a single textbook tonight.
No articles.
No revising trauma protocols till one in the morning.

Dr Mohan:
You cannot possibly know I was about to do that.

Dr Abbot:
Because I know you.
Which is why I am telling you, quite officially, to do something enjoyable for once.

Dr Mohan:
Is that an order?

Dr Abbot:
It is absolutely an order.
Find something fun to do and consider it mandatory for your continued training.

Jack (Brother):
Just wanted to let you know, Samira is crushing it!

Michael/Brother:
Samira, is it not Dr Mohan?

Jack (Brother):
Stop.

Michael/Brother:
I asked a question. Is that not allowed?

Jack (Brother):
No.

Michael/Brother:
Hmmm…
Well, I am glad things are working out with her on the evening shift.

Dr Abbot:
I really think Dr Mohan is enjoying the evening shift. She fits it well.

Michael/Brother:
Oh really? And things are staying purely professional, I’m sure.

Dr Abbot:
Yes, professional. In the same way, you are being totally professional with Whitaker.

Michael/Brother:
Touché.

(4 Girls + 1 Group chat)

Samiria:
I need to blow off some steam 😤💃 Anyone keen or free for drinks and a dance tonight?

Trinity:
I’m sorry, who is this using Samiria’s phone? 🤨

Samiria:
Oh, ha ha 😅 It’s just that working nights is different. I'll explain in person. I need a release.

Victoria:
Sorry, it is a lot, but YASSSS 🙌💃 I am so keen for a dance!

Mel:
I would love to come. Can we make it Saturday? My sister will be at the care home overnight.

Trinity:
Saturday slutty girls’ night it is! 🍸💄

Dennis:
Saturday slutty girls’ night + 1! 😏🎉

Trinity Santos with Samira Mohan's phone:

Dr Mohan:
Okay… okay… It's me, Dr Trinityso, i something to say 😅 don’t freak out, I’m just trying to be helpful!

Dr Abbot:
Santos… what are you doing with Samira’s phone?

Dr Mohan:
Shhh 🤫 I need to tell you this before I go get more drunks.
Just listen for a second! This is a think.

Dr Abbot:
A think? Trinity, you are scaring me.

Dr Mohan:
No, no! I’m being helpful! Really! 🤭
Jfrejsfeush nballjhf hfeuw hajhdwh crush  nf

Dr Mohan:
Sorry, Dr Abbot. This is Dr Mohan. We are out drinking and dancing, and Dr Santos may be a little drunk and text happy. Hope we did not bother you.

Dr Abbot:
It’s okay. Are you all safe?

Dr Mohan:
We are 100%. See you tomorrow evening at the Pitt.

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Dr Mohan:
Hi, Dr Abbot.
I just wanted to check in.
You seemed… a little shaken by that last trauma call.
I’m sorry if I’m reading too much into things. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.

Dr Abbot:
You are not reading too much into anything.
It was a rough one.
But I promise you, I am okay now.

Dr Mohan:
If I overstepped, please tell me.
It just looked like something in that case hit you harder than usual.

Dr Abbot:
You did not overstep.
And you are right. That kind of case often brings up memories I would rather not revisit.
It happens sometimes, an occupational hazard of having lived a different life before this one.

Dr Mohan:
If you ever need a moment during a shift, or space, or someone else to take the lead for a few minutes, just tell me.
I know you have Dr Robby, but he isn’t always there, so…
I won’t ask questions unless you want me to.

Dr Abbot:
Thank you.
That means more than you know.
But I am alright, truly.

Dr Mohan:
I’m glad.
If you need anything, I’m awake for another hour or so.

Dr Abbot:
You need to sleep.
But… thank you for checking in.
It helps more than you realise.

Dr Mohan:
Thanks for walking me home after breakfast.
I’m glad we started the night-shift breakfast tradition. It’s definitely healthier than the day-shift beers in the park.

Dr Abbot:
Walking you home is hardly a hardship.
And if the breakfast tradition gives me an excuse to spend a bit more time with the team and you, I’m not complaining.

Dr Mohan:
I was thinking… outside of work, you can call me Samira.

Dr Abbot:
I would like that, but only if you call me cowboy.
I’m joking, please call me Jack.

Dr Mohan:
Cowboy is a big commitment.
I think I’ll start with Jack and work my way up.

Dr Abbot:
Fair enough.
A man has to earn his titles.
And if that sounds like a challenge… I’m willing to rise to it.

Michael/Brother:
You do realise nothing is stopping you from going for this but yourself, right?

Jack (Brother):
I could say the same thing to you, brother!

Michael/Brother:
Hardly.
There would be a mountain load of HR red tape to sift through, not to mention the fact that I am almost double his age and I don’t even know if he likes men, let alone me.
For you, there would be one HR form to fill out, and we know she likes men.

Jack (Brother):
How do we know she likes men?

Michael/Brother:
I remember she was dating that redheaded nurse from Peds who is definitely a man.

Jack (Brother):
Wait, seriously?
Why am I only hearing about this now?
How long did they date?
Why has no one told me?

Michael/Brother:
For someone who isn’t interested in asking her out, you are asking a lot of questions.

Jack (Brother):
I’m not asking her out, I’m just clarifying information.
And anyway, we are not talking about me.
Speaking of situations, when are you going to admit you stare at Dennis like he is the last doughnut in the break room?

Michael/Brother:
Go to sleep, brother.

Jack:
Hi Samira. I just wanted to check in and say that I trust you will be filing a police report.

Samira:
Hi Jack. Thanks for checking. I’m… okay, I guess. It was a lot to process.
Honestly, I don’t know. I kind of just want to forget it even happened.

Jack:
I am so sorry this was allowed to happen. I can only imagine how you’re feeling. Robby and I have both escalated the issue with Gloria, and we are demanding additional security.
That said, I really do think it’s important you make sure to file a police report.

Samira:
I know you’re right, Jack. I just… I feel like reliving it all over again will make it worse.

Jack:
I understand. What if we did it together? We can go to the police station this afternoon, or I can arrange for an officer to meet us here at the hospital. Whatever feels easier for you.

Samira:
Would that be… allowed?

Jack:
Of course. The important thing is that you feel safe doing it. We’ll go at your pace. If you need to pause, we pause. No pressure, no rush.

Samira:
Thanks, Jack. That actually makes it feel… more doable.

Jack:
Good. You don’t have to face this alone, and you don’t have to do more than you can handle. I’ll be with you every step.

Samira:
I… appreciate that. More than I can say.

Jack:
We’ll get through it, and then you can take a proper break. You need to look after yourself, too.

(4 Girls + 1 Group chat)

Samira:
Thanks for the care package, it really means a lot. ❤️

Victoria:
Not to sound like shitty friends, but we didn’t get you anything… yet. So I’m not sure what you’re talking about 😅

Mel:
Vic is correct. We’re still determining what would be most useful, so nothing has been purchased yet.

Trinity:
So I guess the real question is: who did get you a care package? 👀✨

Dennis:
And follow-up question: what’s in it?? 🤨

Samira:
(Image)

Mel:
Based on the timing, the contents, and the limited number of colleagues informed about the incident, the most likely sender is Dr Abbot.
This is not speculation. It is the only option that fits the available information.

Trinity:
I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT MONTHS AGO. SAMIRA HAS A NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER! 💃🔥

Victoria:
Trin, calm down—BUT ALSO YAY!! 😍

Dennis:
Wait, wait, WAIT!
What do we think— is this a “flirt, I want you” care package or a “you survived trauma, have a biscuit” care package?
There’s a difference, and I need to assess the emotional stakes here.

Mel:
It is a practical care package containing appropriate items for stress recovery.
However, the personal note included suggests emotional intent that exceeds standard collegial concern.

Trinity:
MEL.
ARE YOU SAYING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE SAYING? 😳

Mel:
I am saying he likes her.

Victoria:
WHOOP WHOOP, Samira, your hot work crush likes you back!! 💖🔔

Dennis:
Samira, blink twice if you’re in love. 😏

Samira:
He is just being a good boss.
We don’t know if he likes me, he could be gay??

We don’t actually know it's from him 

SHUT UP.

Trinity:
OH MY GOD SHE’S DEFLECTING. SHE’S DOING THE “HE COULD BE GAY” PANIC DEFENCE. EVERYONE STAY CALM. 😂

Dennis:
Sweetie… if he were gay, trust me, I would know. My radar functions correctly. 🌈

Mel:

You actually missed the note tucked in the package. 📄

Trinity:
OMG OMG I KNOW IT’S FROM HIM!!!
SAM. THE MAN PACKED YOU TEA, SNACKS, A HEAT PACK, AND WROTE YOU A HANDWRITTEN NOTE.
THIS WAS NOT “BASIC COMPASSION.”
THIS WAS “I ALMOST LOST YOU TO A DERANGED PATIENT AND NOW I MUST CARE FOR YOU LIKE A SOFT, WOUNDED BABY BIRD.” 🐦💕

Dennis:
Okay, but real talk—
What did the note say exactly?
Because the phrasing matters. If he used any of the following words: “glad,” “worried,” “safe,” or “rest”…
Girl, he’s gone for you.

Victoria:
Or if he wrote your name more than once.
Men in crush-mode love repeating your name like it’s a spell that summons confidence. 🪄✨

Samira:
OMG STOP.
It was just:
“Samira,
Please take the day to rest. If you need anything at all, text me.
– Jack”

Trinity:
OH MY GOD, THAT’S BASICALLY A LOVE LETTER. 💌

Mel:
It is slightly above standard post-incident managerial protocol.
Also, he underlined “anything.”
This implies prioritisation of your well-being above typical professional boundaries.

Samira:
…MEL, HOW DO YOU EVEN NOTICE THAT?? 👀

Mel:
I have working eyes. 👓

Dennis:
SAMIRA, HE UNDERLINED “ANYTHING.”
I AM SCREAMING INTO A PILLOW 😭🔥

Victoria:
You’re dating now. Congratulations. 🎉💞

Samira:
NO, WE ARE NOT.
I NEED YOU ALL TO STOP. 😩

Trinity:
We won’t.
We absolutely will not. 😈💅

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Samira:
You are too kind.
Thank you! 😊

Jack:
Hardly. It was done for purely selfish reasons.
I need my best resident back in the Pitt.

Samira:
And the journal articles you added at the bottom are excellent.
This is honestly the best gift I’ve gotten in a long time. I feel very seen.

Jack:
I always see you, Samira.

Samira:
♥️Is that how you keep all your residents in line?

Jack:
No. It’s how I keep an eye on the ones who are becoming increasingly important to me.

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Jack:
Let me know if your shoulder is still sore tomorrow. I can get Imaging to squeeze you in early.

Samira:
I will, thanks. It’s a bit stiff but manageable.

Jack:
Don’t push it. You’ve done enough for one week.

Samira:
Mmhm.
—
DENNIS I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS CRUSH DOES NOT GO AWAY, THROW ME INTO TRAFFIC I CAN’T DO THIS 🚑💀

Jack:
I’m going to assume that message wasn’t for me.

Samira:
I… yes. Sorry.
I meant to switch chats.

Jack:
Alright. And please don’t throw yourself into traffic.
I like having you around.

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Dr Mohan:
Hi Dr Robby. I have a question.

Dr Robby:
Dr Mohan. Good to hear from you.
I’ve actually been meaning to check in with you after we met with Gloria about the assault. I trust you’re doing a bit better?
I know you’re back on shift — Jack is overjoyed to have you back.
He was a real pain while you were gone.

Dr Mohan:
You and Jack were terrific in that meeting. I felt very protected, thank you.
Jack is actually the focus of my question.
He has been so kind to me lately, so I wanted to get him something small as a thank you. Any ideas?

Dr Robby:
Of course — happy to help.
And before I answer… can I be a bit forward?

Dr Mohan:
…Okay?

Dr Robby:
You don’t need to get him a gift.
You should ask him out on a date.

Dr Mohan:
Dr Robby!!

Dr Robby:
What? I’m being honest.
As his best friend, I know him, and I also want to see him happy.
And while I may be old, my ears are not so old that I don’t hear the gossip around the Pitt.
So please, ask him for coffee.

Dr Mohan:
I’m not asking him out!!
That’s not… I wasn’t

Dr Robby:
Listen, Jack likes you.
And unless I, and half of the Pitt staff, are very mistaken…
You like him, too.

Dr Mohan:
…I’ll think about it.
That’s all I’m promising.

Dr Robby:
That’s all I was hoping for.
And don’t worry, I won’t say a word to Jack.

Dr Mohan:
Thank you.
Really.

Dr Robby:
Anytime, Mohan.
And for what it’s worth, I think you two would be good for each other.

(4 Girls + 1 Group Chat)

Samira:
Okay… hypothetically…
If someone were to ask someone out for coffee…
What would be a good low-key place?
Hypothetically. ☕😶

Trinity:
OH MY GOD SHE’S DOING IT
EVERYONE GET IN HERE 🚨🚨

Victoria:
Low key??
Like low key for normal people, or low key for “I’m asking my extremely attractive attending out while pretending it’s casual”? 😏

Samira:
Low key for humans, please.
Not for chaos gremlins.

Dennis:
Well, if we’re being practical, you want somewhere quiet enough to actually talk,
but not so quiet that it feels like an interview.
Neutral territory.
Comfortable.
Good coffee helps.

Mel:
The café near the hospital with the blue awning is statistically the least crowded between 14:00 and 17:00 on weekdays.
Noise levels are moderate.
Privacy is reasonable.
It is an optimal environment for a first interaction outside of work.

Samira:
It is NOT a date!!
It’s a thank-you coffee!!

Trinity:
Yes, and I’m the Queen of England.
Sure, babe.

Victoria:
The blue-awning café is good, though.
It feels cosy without trying too hard.

Dennis:
Also, nobody from the Pitt goes there because the coffee is “not strong enough,” which means it's not tar.
So you probably won’t run into anyone.

Samira:
That’s actually… reassuring.

Trinity:
Cowboy will love it.

Mel:
If you want an alternative with more privacy, the conservatory café at the botanical gardens has outdoor seating and low colleague visibility.
Also, plants improve emotional regulation.

Victoria:
Plus, it’s cute.
And sunlight makes everyone look better.

Dennis:
And it gives you something to talk about if you get nervous.
Plants, scenery, whatever.
Built-in conversation safety net.

Samira:
…This is actually helpful.

Trinity:
GO ASK HIM.

Victoria:
You’ve got this ❤️

Mel:
Remember to breathe.

Dennis:
And whatever happens, we’ll back you.
Just pick somewhere you feel comfortable.

Jack:
Hi Samira. I just wanted to say… I really enjoyed today.
You asking me to coffee… unexpected, but I’m glad you did.

Samira:
I’m glad you came. As I said, I wanted to thank you for everything, and I also thought it would be nice to spend time together outside the Pitt.

Jack:
It was more than nice. I’ve been thinking about it all evening.
So, consider this an official notice: I’m going to make sure we do this again.
And next time… I’m picking the place.

Samira:
I would love that, Jack.

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Samira:
Is the embarrassingly large bunch of flowers at the nursing station for me, from you? 🌸

Jack:
I am sure you will find, if you look at the card, that they are from a person called Cowboy.

Samira:
Drat, how am I going to say thank you to my mysterious Cowboy now? 😏

Jack:
Maybe by going on a date with me next Saturday?

Samira:
Why would Cowboy want me to go on a date with you?

Jack:
I guess you’ll have to come on the date and see.

Samira:
Okay.
And thanks for the flowers, Jack. I mean… Cowboy. 😌

Samira:
Things have been slow tonight. How was the conference gala?

Jack:
It was… fine. A lot of speeches, lots of very fancy canapés.
I may have noticed it was missing something, though.

Samira:
Oh? And what was that? 😅

Jack:
…Well, someone to compare notes with. You, for example.

Samira:
Haha, I would have made a perfect note-comparison partner.

Jack:
I’m sure you would. Maybe next time, then?

Samira:
…Yes. Next time sounds good.

(4 Girls + 1 Group Chat)

Samira:
So… I have my picnic date with Jack this weekend.

Mel:
Location? Time? What are you planning to wear? 🧐

Samira:
By the lake, mid-afternoon. Probably something casual… not sure yet.

Trinity:
CASUAL?? Girl, this is a date! You need a little flair 💃💖

Victoria:
Flair, yes, but nothing that will make him too flustered 😉

Dennis:
Do we know if he’s bringing a blanke,t or is this going full charming Cowboy Jack style?

Samira:
He mentioned he’d bring a blanket and some snacks. I think it’s meant to be relaxed.

Mel:
Good. Keep it simple and comfortable. You’ll enjoy yourself more if you aren’t worrying about your outfit.

Trinity:
Ughhh, I’m so excited for you!!
Make sure he notices how adorable you are 😏

Samira:
Okay… help me choose. Which outfit should I wear for the picnic? 😅
(Image)

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Mel:
Option 1 looks practical and comfortable. Good for a lake setting. ✅

Trinity:
Option 2! Definitely. Flowy, cute, and very date-appropriate 💃💖

Victoria:
Option 3 is adorable too, but a bit too formal.

Dennis:
I’d say Option 2. Shows you care but keeps it relaxed.

Samira:
Looks like Option 2 is the winner

Trinity:
Winner winner picnic-date dinner! 🥰

Mel:
Just remember: comfort first. You’ll enjoy yourself more if you feel good in what you’re wearing.

Samira:
Thanks, team! 😌

Chapter Text

Samira:
Um… Jack.
I’ve been thinking.

Jack:
This is either going to be a good thing or a bad thing.
I’m generally a huge fan of you thinking, but I have a feeling this might not be your best thinking.

Samira:
That’s… not encouraging.

Jack:
Just preparing myself.
Go on.

Samira:
If we are going to do this, which, by the way, you were kissing me earlier, I think we are.
I should switch back to the day shift, and we need to tell HR.

Jack:
Okay.

Samira:
Okay? 

Jack:
Yes. I will miss the crap out of you and wish you were on shift with me every night, but if switching shifts would make you feel safer and more in control, then I’ll support it

Jack:
But you don’t just know, you don't have to.
You don’t need to rearrange your whole life for me.

Samira:
I’m not. I’m doing it for… whatever this might be.

Jack:
Yeah.
That’s the part that gets me.

Samira:
What do you mean?

Jack:
Samira, I like you.
A lot more than I probably should.
And the last thing I wanted was for this
us
to make your life harder.
You’re barely a few weeks back after everything that happened, and now you’re… changing shifts? Because of me?

Samira:
Not because of you.
Because of the rules.
Because I don’t want anyone questioning either of us.
Because I want this to have a chance.

Jack:
…Yeah.
Okay.
When you put it like that, it makes sense.
And I’m not going to argue with you wanting to do things the right way. It’s very… you.

Samira:
Is that a compliment?

Jack:
A dangerously sincere one, yes.

Samira:
So we’ll tell HR?

Jack:
We’ll tell HR. Together.
And if you really want to switch to days… I’ll deal with missing you on nights.
(Though for the record, I’m going to complain about it at least twice a week.)

Samira:
Only twice?

Jack:
I’m trying to seem supportive here, don’t ruin it.

Samira:
Okay.
Thank you, Jack.

Jack:
Actually… I have a follow-up.

Samira:
Ja?

Jack:
If you’re going to reference me “kissing you,” you might want to be a little more precise.
Because I remember your hands in my shirt…
and that moment you paused
and then, yes, I had my hand on your ass.
So I’m just trying to confirm we’re still calling that a kiss?

Samira:
You don’t stop stirring, do you? 💚
Go to bed, Jack.
We both need to be well-rested for our last shift together. 🫰

Jack:
I’ll go to bed.
But just so you know.
I’m still thinking about that moment you paused.
Whatever that was.

Jack:
Goodnight, Samira.

Jack:
I meant to talk about this with you over breakfast, but I chickened out.
Which is something my therapist will absolutely be hearing about.
Anyway… I guess over text it is.
I need to confess something, and it’s awkward.

Samira:
Oh?
Now you’ve got me curious.

Jack:
It’s about… intimacy.
The PTSD, the leg…
I worry about making things weird, or hesitating at the wrong moment, or—
I don’t want to freak you out.

Samira:
Jack.
Stop.

Samira:
I want all of you.
The PTSD, the missing leg, the parts you’re confident about and the parts you still flinch at.
If that means things look a little different in the beginning, that’s fine.
I’m not going anywhere.

Jack:
Honestly… this scares me a little. I’m used to being bold, to taking risks, to being in control.
But this… letting someone in like this… It’s different. Vulnerable.

Samira:
Jack… you don’t have to be brave all the time. You can let me in at your own pace. I’m not going anywhere.

Jack:
I know. It’s just… hard sometimes, to let someone see all of me. The past, the leg, the flashbacks…

Samira:
That’s all part of you. And I like all of you. Even the bits that scare you.

Jack:
Hearing you say that… it actually makes me feel a little lighter.

Samira:
Good. Because I want you to feel safe with me. Even when it’s scary.

(4 Girls + 1 Group Chat)

Samira:
Okay… girls… I need lingerie advice. Please be normal. 😅
Here are my options:
Option 1: black lace (Image)
Option 2: red satin (Image)
Option 3: soft pastel (Image)

Mel:
Option 2. High success probability.

Victoria:
Option 2. Without question. That is a “man will stop breathing for a moment” colour. 🔥

Trinity:
Option 3 is adorable but… Sam, you’re not going for “adorkably wholesome,” right?

Dennis:
Option 2. That one says, “I know what I want and I am willing to gently ruin you with it.”

Samira:
DENNIS. 😳

Trinity:
He’s right, though. Jack will melt. Like… medically concerning levels of melting.

Victoria:
Babe, the second he sees you in Option 2, he’s going to forget his own name.

Mel:
I predict pupil dilation, heart rate increase, and at least one moment of stunned silence.

Samira:
STOP 😭
I am not trying to make him forget his name!

Dennis:
Sweetheart, he already forgets his name when you smile too long. This will finish the job.

Samira:
So Option 2 then. 😳😳

Trinity:
OH SHE’S GONNA KILL HIM.

Victoria:
You’re welcome in advance.

Mel:
Please remember, lingerie is not to blame if Jack becomes nonverbal. That will be a Jack problem.

Samira:
GOODNIGHT EVERYONE I’M LOGGING OFF 😩💖

Samira:

Wanted to catch you at shift change, but then the Ped vs Scooter took you away.

Jack:

Tragic. I missed kissing you goodbye.

But the case was wild — only my second floating face ever.

What’s up?

Samira:

Just… check your locker.

(20 min later)

Jack:

Samira Mohan.

Samira:

Yes, Cowboy?

Jack:

Don’t you Cowboy me.

You left something in my locker.

Samira:

Mhm.

Jack:

It’s a photo of you.

Wearing practically nothing.

I can see your, Samira, your areolas are in this picture.

Do you understand that I am in a public hallway?

Samira:

This feels like a you problem.

Jack:

I swear to God.

You are trying to finish me off.

Samira:

It’s just a preview.

I figured you deserved a little treat.

Jack:

“TREAT”?!

This is going to torture me all shift!

Samira:

Treat, torture…

Is there a real difference?

Jack:

So when do I get to see the full version of this… outfit?

Samira:

If you behave on Friday.

Jack:

I had to duck into the on-call room because I could not keep walking around with this… situation your photo caused.

Samira:

Oh? 👀

What kind of situation?

Jack:

The kind that the hospital probably has a policy against.

Hold on.

(Photo delivered — low lighting, Jack, sitting on the edge of the on-call bed. Cock out and clearly hard)

Jack:

There.

Now we’re even.

Samira:

Jack.

Jack:

Yes, Samira?

Samira:

That’s… not even. At all.

Jack:

No?

Because I’m sitting in an on-call room trying not to think about ripping that lace off you with my teeth.

Samira:

Jack.

Jack:

What?

You started this.

Samira:

You’re supposed to be working.

Jack:

I am.

Working very hard not to come find you.

Samira:

Behave until Friday.

Jack:

I’m trying.

(2 weeks later)

Michael/Brother:
You disappeared the second after rounds ended.
Everything alright?

Jack (Brother):
Just tired.

Michael/Brother:
Try again.
I know your “just tired” voice, and that wasn’t it.

Jack (Brother):
Nothing’s wrong. I’m managing it.

Michael/Brother:
Bullshit.
You haven’t used “I’m managing it” since that night Mum found you having a panic attack in the garage.
Talk to me.

Jack (Brother):
Just a couple of rough nights.
Sleep’s been crap.

Michael/Brother:
Flashbacks?

Jack (Brother):
I said I’m managing it.

Michael/Brother:
And I’m saying you’re lying.
You were jumpy all through the trauma call, and you bolted like the building was collapsing.
You don’t do that anymore, unless something’s up.

Jack (Brother):
It’s not that bad.

Michael/Brother:
Jack…
We said you don’t go silent about this stuff anymore.

Jack (Brother):
I’m not going silent.
I’m just… not dumping it on anyone.

Michael/Brother:
Including me.
And including Samira.

Jack (Brother):
She doesn't need this.
Things have been good. I don’t want to screw it up with… this.

Michael/Brother:
But she’s with you.
She deserves the whole truth, not just the polished version.

Jack (Brother):
You don’t understand.
This part of me
It scares me.
And I hate the idea of her seeing it.

Michael/Brother:
Jack… she already sees you.
The real you.
And she’s still there.

Jack (Brother):
I don’t want her to think she has to carry any of it.

Michael/Brother:
Let her decide what she can handle.
Not you.
Don’t push her out just because you’re afraid.

Jack (Brother):
I’m not pushing her out.

Michael/Brother:
Mate… you ignored her text at lunch, and she looked worried.
You might not be saying it, but she’s feeling it.

Jack (Brother):
I just… didn’t know what to say.
“Hey, sorry I’m quiet, I keep waking up covered in sweat and thinking I’m back in Helmand”
Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

Michael/Brother:
You’d be surprised how much she’d handle if it came from you.
Talk to her.
Tomorrow.
Or tonight.

Jack (Brother):
…Yeah.
Alright.
I will.

Michael/Brother:
Good.
And Jack?
She’s not going anywhere.
Try believing that.

Jack (Brother):
I’m working on it.

Michael/Brother:
Then work a little harder.
She cares.
Let her.

Samira:
You’ve been really quiet today.
Everything okay?

Jack:
Long shift. Just tired.

Samira:
Jack…
That’s the second time you’ve used “tired” with me today.

Jack:
Well, I am tired.

Samira:
You usually tell me when something’s wrong.
Even a little.

Jack:
There’s nothing wrong.
Promise.

Samira:
Okay, but…
You left so fast after handover.
Did I do something?

Jack:
No. God, no.
It’s not you.

Samira:
Then what is it?

Jack:
Samira, it’s fine. It’s nothing big.

Samira:
Is it ‘fine’ or is it ‘nothing big’? 

Jack:
Maybe I just don’t want to make things heavy between us every time we see each other.

Samira:
Jack, I want heavy, I want it all
You don’t have to protect me from you.

Jack:
I’m not.
I’m just… keeping things simple.

Samira:
Simple??
Do you think I’m dumb?
I didn’t realise I lacked the brain capacity to handle “complicated.”

Jack:
Samira.

Samira:
No.
You don’t get to “Samira” me right now.
You are really starting to piss me off.

Jack:
I’m not trying to…

Samira:
Either you want a relationship where we both get to care about each other, or you just want someone to fuck.
Which is it?

Jack:
That’s not fair.

Samira:
What’s not fair is you acting like you’re protecting me when what you’re actually doing is shutting me out and then pretending it’s noble.

Jack:
I’m not.
I swear, that’s not what I’m doing.

Samira:
Then what are you doing?

Jack:
I’m trying not to fall apart all over you, okay?

Samira:
Bullshit.
You’re not protecting me — you’re hiding.
And you know what?
That’s cowardly.
That is not the Jack I fell for.

Jack:
Samira…

Samira:
No.
You don’t get to disappear and then get gentle because I finally call you out.
We both have tomorrow evening off.
After my shift, I’m coming to your place.
And you are going to talk to me.
No shutting down, no “I’m fine,” no vanishing act.

Jack:
Samira.

Samira:
No.
You owe me this conversation.
And I’m done letting you pretend you don’t.

Chapter Text

Samira:
I’m heading to your place. Getting Thai.
What do you want?

Jack:
You don’t have to.

Samira:
Jack Abbot, I swear.
I said I’m coming over.
So tell me what you want to eat before I order you the spiciest thing on the menu out of sheer spite.

Jack:
Green curry.
Mild.
Please don’t weaponise Thai food against me.

Samira:
Green curry, mild.
Got it.
I’ll be there in ten minutes.
Try not to emotionally barricade the door before I arrive.

Jack:
I’m not barricading anything.
Door’s open.

Samira:
Hi Jack 😌✨
Did you know you’re genuinely one of the best doctors I’ve ever worked with??
It’s actually unfair.
Sometimes I feel like I can’t even… watching you handle that trauma call… It’s just… ughhhh it’s SO sexy how competent you are. Makes my brain melt 🔥🫠

Jack:
You’ve definitely been drinking.

Samira:
JACK ABBOT
YOU BEAUTIFUL STUPID MAN 😤💚
I like you so much I could scream
And I DID actually
Outside the bathroom 😭🫣
I told a stranger your biceps could cure illness 💪✨

Jack:
Samira.
Location.
Now.

Samira:
Why? 😏
You're planning to ruin me again like last night?
Because my legs are still not over it 😳🔥, I even had to get myself in the shower before going out tonight because I couldn't stop thinking about you!

Jack:
Samira.
Where. Are. You.

Samira:
👀
Out.
With my GIRLS and My DENNIS.
We had shots.
Too many.
I love them.
But also they’re loud and I can’t stop telling them how good you are with your hands 🙃🔥

Jack:
Okay.
That’s enough.
Send me the bar name or drop a pin.

Samira:
Why are you bossy when I’m drunk 😭 it’s extremely attractive! Oooo, can I call you sir when we have sex?
I’m at… hold on
GOLD… FISH… maybe??
There is a fish. Or a man yelling about karaoke. Or both. 🐠🎤

Jack:
Samira.
Share your location before I lose my mind.

Samira:
Fiiiine 🙄💚
shares location
There.
Get me, Cowboy! I want to ride you all night long! YEHWA!

Jack:
I’m five minutes away.

Samira:
Jack…
Also…
Just so you know…
I REALLY like what we do together 👀🔥
Like. A lot.
In case you forgot.

Jack:
Believe me, I didn’t forget.
Just stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.

Samira:
Knew you liked me 😌

Samira:
Morning, cowboy ☕🥐
Did you make coffee already, or am I doomed to tea again?

Jack:
Morning, Samira.
Coffee is ready. And yes, I made enough for both of us.

Samira:
You’re the best. I’ll be there in five. Don’t let the milk curdle 😏

Jack:
No promises. But I might save a little for you anyway.

Samira:
You mean… to drink? Or something else? 😈

Jack:
Depends on how fast you get here. Might need to distract you before breakfast.

Samira:
Oh… that’s… unfair. But I’ll take the risk 🫣

Jack:
Good. I’ll see you in five. And Samira? Bring those sleepy eyes with you. They’re my favourite.

Samira:
They’re coming. But only if you promise not to steal my croissant this time 😤🥐

Jack:
No promises, my dear.

Samira:
Good morning, cowboy ☀️
Did you make coffee, or am I supposed to survive on sheer willpower?

Jack:
Coffee’s ready and I have croissants too!
And before you accuse me. Yes, I made the strong kind you like.

Samira:
Oh, thank God.
I’m on my way. If you eat half my croissant again, I swear I’m filing a grievance with HR 😤☕

Jack:
You have no proof that it was me.

Samira:
You literally winked when I confronted you. 😐

Jack:
I don’t recall that.
Also… hurry up.
Coffee tastes better when you’re here.

Samira:
I can only go as fast as the Uber driver will go!

Jack:
Alright.
I’ll try to be patient.
But I’m warning you now…
I’m kissing you the second you walk in the door.

Samira:
Sir.
Please.

Michael/Brother:
So you’re really doing this, huh?
A real relationship.
No running. No sabotaging.

Jack (Brother):
Trying not to.

Michael/Brother:
She’s a catch.
And don’t tell her I said this, but…
I like you with her.
You look lighter. Happier.

Jack (Brother):
I am.

Michael/Brother:
Good.
About damn time.
Also, Dennis said you’re invited to dinner.
In fact, what he said was to tell “the Hot Trauma Cowboy” to come over for dinner.

Jack (Brother):
Please tell me he didn’t call me 

Michael/Brother:
Oh my guy, he absolutely did.
Full volume.
In public.
He said it was “your government name now.”

Jack (Brother):
I’m not coming to dinner.

Michael/Brother:
You are.
Also, Dennis bought a hat for you.
Like… a literal cowboy hat.
He said it completes the lore.

Jack (Brother):
I hate you.
But if he makes me say “yeehaw,” I’m leaving.

______________________________________________________________________________

My Cowboy:
Miss me yet? 😏

My Cowboy:
Thought I’d send you a little reminder of what waits when you get back…

(attaches photo – his torso, slightly sweaty from the gym, a massive grin on his face)
(attaches photo – an obvious outline of his cock in his sweats)
(attaches photo – hand slipping down into his sweats)

Samira:
Jack!! 😳 You’re terrible. I can’t even focus on the opening speech.

My Cowboy:
Good. That’s the plan. Now… go somewhere private before you get caught. Don’t make me wait. Those opening speakers are never important. 

Samira:
I can’t just leave… It’s the middle of the speech! 😳

My Cowboy:
Then enjoy the show. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

(attaches photo – close-up of his chest, hand pinching his nipple)
(attaches photo – his hand teasing inside his sweats, just barely visible)
(attaches photo – a finger going to his lips, something white on the tip)

My Cowboy:
Consider this your motivation to sneak away sooner. 😏

Samira:
FUCK ME.

My Cowboy:
I really wish I could.

Samira:
Okay, okay
I’m going up to the hotel room. If I miss anything important, you are buying me a year's supply of those protein bars I love.

My Cowboy:
Deal.
But you should know…
If you’re going to your room because of me…
(attaches photo — his sweatpants pushed lower, the V of his hips on full display)

Samira:
JACK
I hate you.
I’m in the elevator.

My Cowboy:
No, you don’t.

Samira:
Finally… I made it. The door’s locked. 😌

My Cowboy:
Get yourself undressed. I want you naked and on the bed. 

Samira:
Bold of you to assume I’m not already halfway there… 😏

My Cowboy:
Good.
Then finish it.
Clothes off. Hair down.
I want you on your back, legs spread for me.

Samira:
You’re very demanding for someone who’s not even in the room 😌

My Cowboy:
I don’t have to be in the room to ruin you.
Now be good and tell me when you’re naked.

Samira:
I’m already naked.
And on the bed.
Happy?

My Cowboy:
Not even close.
I would be happy if I could take my tongue and run it over those perfect needles of yours while I let my fingers play lazily with your clit. Then kiss my way down your beautiful body so I can replace my fingers with my mouth.  

Samira:
Fuck this, I need more. I’m video calling you.
(Video call)

(4 Girls + 1 Group Chat)

Mel:
Samira.
Have you talked to Jack about moving in together yet? 👀💬

Victoria:
Oh, we’re opening with THAT today??
Not even a “good morning, besties”?? 😂☕️

Santos:
I support this energy.
Straight to the drama. 🔥
Samira, answer the question.

Dennis:
From a purely observational standpoint…
You already live with the man.
You merely vacation at your apartment. 🧳

Samira:
HELLO???
Good morning to you too???
And NO, we haven’t talked about it.

Mel:
He has a whole drawer labelled “Samira Stuff.”
That is cohabitation behaviour.
Drawer = shared space. 

Victoria:
And the extra toothbrush.
And the robe.
And the fact that Billy (your diabolical cat name, btw 😈🐈) likes you more.

Santos:
Also, he bought a second kettle because you said his boiled water “tastes sad.”
That’s basically a proposal. 💍🥲

Samira:
OH MY GOD, CAN YOU ALL RELAX 😳😳😳
We are not ready for that.

Dennis:
You’re cooking dinner at his place 4 nights a week.
He learned how to make you chia.
That’s domestic partnership, babe. 👩‍🍳🏡

Samira:
Dennis, I’m blocking you. 🚫

Victoria:
Okay but…
Do you want to live with him? 😏

Samira:
I think?
Yes.
I don’t know.
Yes? 😭💗

Santos:
Sweetie…
You want to wake up with your Cowboy every day. Just say it. 🤠☀️

Samira:
BYE.
I’m leaving this chat. 🚪🏃‍♀️💨

Dennis:
We see the text bubble, you know?
You’re not leaving.
You’re typing a whole paragraph. 

Samira:
What if I didn’t go home after my shift?

My Cowboy:
No.
You are not pulling a double.

Samira:
Not what I meant.
Let me try again:
What if… after every shift… I didn’t go back to my old place at all.
What if I just came home to your apartment?
Which would also be my apartment?

My Cowboy:
Samira.
Are you asking what I think you’re asking?

Samira:
Maybe.
Possibly.
My friends bullied me into courage.
Answer the question. 😳

My Cowboy:
If the question is:
“Jack, would you be okay with me living with you?”
Then the answer is:
YES!.

Samira:
You didn’t even pause. Not even a fake thoughtful moment.

My Cowboy:
I’ve been thinking about it since you accidentally left a sock here.

Samira:
THE SOCK???
The linty grey one??
That sock?

My Cowboy:
Life-changing sock.
Also, I love you.
Just in case that wasn’t clear.

Samira:
Ugh, don’t say it like that, it makes my heart do things.
I love you too.
But I still can’t believe the sock did it.

My Cowboy:
You love it.
And tonight… you’re coming home to our place.
Right?

Samira:
Yeah.
I am. 💗

Chapter Text

Samira:
First morning in our “shared” apartment and… I already found your snack stash. 😏

My Cowboy:
Consider it a welcome gift.
Hope you like spicy peanuts.

Samira:
I don’t.
But don’t think this means I won’t steal them. 😌

My Cowboy:
Also, I will love you forever if you figure out whose turn it is to make coffee.

Samira:
I think I will figure it out… but won’t tell you that you left the milk out again. 🥛🔥

My Cowboy:
Mean.

Samira:
I’ll swing past the hospital later… drop off some dinner and the documents you left at home. 🥡📂

My Cowboy:
You really want to see me suffer through another night of charts and on-call coffee? 😏

Samira:
Maybe…
Or maybe I want a little preview of what’s waiting for me when you get home. 

My Cowboy:
Oh? A preview, huh?
You do know I don’t just hand those out for free.

Samira:
I’ll pay in kisses. 💋
And maybe a little more if you’re lucky. 

My Cowboy:
You’re bold… I like it.
Fine, but only if you leave a few for me later.

Samira:
Deal.
But fair warning… I’m feeling generous tonight. 😏

My Cowboy:
Generous, huh? Now I really can’t wait.

Jack (Brother):
Michael. We need to talk. Now.

Michael/Brother:
Jack… what’s going on?

Jack (Brother):
It’s that new med student.
He’s being creepy toward Samira again, and I’m done waiting for this to “resolve.”

Michael/Brother:
I know.
She’s already made complaints. HR is moving, and I’ve spoken to him directly.
Fucker didn’t seem to care.

Jack (Brother):
That’s not happening fast enough.
I want him removed from her rotations immediately.
You can do that without HR, right?

Michael/Brother:
I can. And I will.
If he’s ignoring warnings and brushing off a direct conversation, he doesn’t belong anywhere near her or any other staff.

Jack (Brother):
Good.
Because every time she tells me he cornered her again, I get closer to doing something you’d have to file a report about or even call the cops.

Michael/Brother:
Yeah, well—let me handle the paperwork part before you handle the punching part.
He’s off her rotation starting today. I’ll reshuffle the schedule myself.

Jack (Brother):
Thank you.
Just keep him away from her, Michael.

My Cowboy:
Hey… you okay? Did he say or do anything to upset you today?

Samira:
I’m fine.
Thanks for checking.
Just the usual weird vibe. Nothing I couldn’t handle.

My Cowboy:
I hate that you even have to handle it.

Samira:
I know.
Also, I am a little annoyed with you. I know you’re just going with what feels natural, but you didn’t have to go to Michael on my behalf. I am a big girl, you know 💚

My Cowboy:
I get that. But you’re my priority. I can’t just stand by. 💚

Samira:
I know… and I love that about you. 😤
But sometimes I want to handle things myself, you know?

My Cowboy:
I do. And I want that too. I’ll try to step back when I can… but not when it comes to you feeling unsafe.

Samira:
Ugh. Fine. But you'd better not smirk while glaring at him when I show up at work tomorrow.

My Cowboy:
No promises. 

Samira:
🙄 You’re impossible. But… thanks. Really.

My Cowboy:
Always. Even when I’m impossible. 💚

Robby:
Hey, are you holding your damn ass boyfriend hostage?
He’s supposed to be playing basketball with me and Jake.

Samira:
No??
He left here like an hour ago to meet you guys.

Robby:
I’ve called him a few times, and it’s going straight to voicemail.
Could you call him?

Samira:
This is super odd.
I’ll try calling him now.

(10 minutes later)

Samira:
I swear on ALL THAT IS HOLY I WILL MURDER THIS MAN!!
He was too busy to answer his phone because he was in the river rescuing a KITTEN!

Robby:
…A kitten??
Of course he did.
Your boyfriend is a Disney prince with a head injury waiting to happen.
Is he okay though??

Samira:
He’s fine. Wet, annoyed, and holding a very smug kitten, apparently.
Please go get my feral Disney prince and then tape the phone to his head.

Robby:
On my way.
This kitten better be fucking cute and be named after me in some way!

(4 Girls + 1 Group Chat)

Samira:
WHO KNOWS WHAT??
TELL ME NOW.

Mel:
We are all doctors, so collectively we know a lot of things about medicine. 

Samira:
NO.
NOT THAT.
I FOUND IT.
I found it while looking for old cat toys for Robin!
WHO KNOWS WHAT!!

Victoria:
Babe, we have no clue what you’re yelling about. 😂

Santos:
Yeah, what did you find?? 👀

Dennis:
Is it a sex thing?
And if it is, WHY WOULD WE KNOW???

Samira:
DO NOT MAKE ME MESSAGE ROBBY BECAUSE I WILL.
TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW!!
WHEN IS IT HAPPENING!!

Santos:
WE! DO! NOT! KNOW! WHAT! YOU! ARE! TALKING! ABOUT! 😭

Mel:
Okay, wait, Samira, breathe.
What did you find???
Because right now your messages read like you’re discovering a body in your living room. 

Victoria:
Yeah, babe, you’re giving “I solved a murder” energy, not “I found a thing.”
WHAT. DID. YOU. FIND.

Samira:
NO ONE IS CALMING DOWN
AND YES, IT’S A RING-SHAPED BOX
AND IT’S IN HIS DRAWER.
WHAT. DO. YOU. KNOW.

Santos:
OH HELL.
Victoria, she found THE thing.
The Thing Thing.

Victoria:
Okay, I’m putting my shoes on.
We might need an intervention.

Mel:
…Can someone please explain to me what the Thing Thing is before I diagnose Samira with acute chaos?

Dennis:
@Mel, I’m coming to get you.
I’ll explain on the way.
The Thing Thing is headed straight for Samira’s nervous system.

Samira:
Random thought… what if we just… disappeared somewhere? 😏

My Cowboy:
Disappeared? And leave the world behind… or just me behind? 👀

Samira:
Both. Just us. No phones. No wedding stress. Maybe a tiny beach, or a cabin in the mountains.

My Cowboy:
You mean like, actually run off? Just you, me… and probably a lot of consequences?

Samira:
Consequences are half the fun. And I like imagining you in that scenario. Very… motivating. 😉

My Cowboy:
Oh yeah? Care to elaborate?

Samira:
Maybe. But I don’t want to say it. … think about it. You and me, nowhere else, nowhere watching. 😏

My Cowboy:
I’m thinking. And yes… It’s very distracting. I might start planning… dangerously.

Samira:
Dangerous is good. Means you care. And I care too… a lot.

My Cowboy:
Maybe too much. Which is terrifying. And thrilling. Very thrilling.

Samira:
Exactly. Terrified. Excited. And imagining… enjoyable things happening if we were alone.

My Cowboy:
Oh, I’m imagining. And very impatiently. But for now… we think about it. Carefully. 😌

Samira:
Careful thinking… with slightly reckless hearts. 😏

My Cowboy:
Best kind. My heart is officially recklessly yours.

Samira:
Love you!

My Cowboy:
Love you too!