14 Works in Samira Mohan Character Study
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She knows that the vision of Jack Abbot holding a baby in his arms shouldn’t tug at her heartstrings the way it does. It shouldn’t make her actually consider having a baby as a 3rd-year resident, especially when he refuses to tell her what he wants.
But she can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t stop thinking about what he would look like holding a bottle. Can’t stop thinking about a child that is half-Samira and half-him. A baby with her hair and his nose. A baby with her eyes and his freckles.
Samira Mohan is overworked, underpaid, and so goddamn lonely she can feel the ache in her bones. Jack Abbot knows the suffocating, marrow-deep sting of loneliness better than anyone else.
They both know that this is a bad idea.
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Samira is a doctor. She knows what the expected, healthy response sounds like. A perfectly composed patient sets off all sorts of alarm bells, but no one blinks at a frazzled yet self-aware young woman.
“Yes, I am feeling a bit shaken, but ultimately okay.” Samira has been reading a lot about vagus nerve regulation lately.
Samira Mohan is a creature of habit. Samira Mohan is fine.
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Samira Mohan has accomplished what she aimed for. She is a fifth year emergency medicine resident, newly appointed Chief Resident. She is not that thirteen year old girl sitting at her father’s funeral, staring at a framed photo of him and wondering why his smile looks so wrong. She is not the college freshman running out of a lecture hall to have a panic attack in the bathroom while something dark and hollow claws its way out of her throat.
She is on the roof of the hospital, the wind whipping around her, the city stretched out below her. She is on the edge of a knife, air like ice in her lungs, her feet frozen in place and all she can do is grip the railing in front of her and hold on.
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The feelings Samira Mohan has tried to bury all come rushing to the surface after she treats a patient who reminds her of one of the worst days of her life. When Jack Abbot tries to help, instinct tells her to push him away. She's made it this far on her own, and the idea of changing that is terrifying.
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Won't you wrap the night around me? by Dr_Roslin for Tarzelladraws
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
20 Aug 2025
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The summer of 2025 has been gentle, even to those working the night shift of the Pitt. (A blasphemous thought, and Jack knocks on wood for even thinking it.) The relative quiet, the hum of it, almost becomes familiar, is almost enough to throw him off his game – almost, and yet not quite.
Still, he's yet ten feet out as he sees Samira get cold-cocked by a man three times her size, her head hitting the ground with a solid thump.
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- Part 2 of Mohabbot Musings
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Samira Mohan was bad at making friends, to tell you the truth.
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Samira Mohan makes a friend, watches her friend fall in love, and falls in love herself on the way.
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“Jack.” Her chest rises and falls with heavy, anticipatory breaths as she gives him the command, permission, request all rolled into one. “Kiss me.”
He has always been a good listener, after all.
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or, mohabbot in the privacy of a hotel room after escaping a wedding.
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“Oh, I’m sorry I-” She exclaims.
“Dr. Mohan, are you okay? What ha-” He speaks over her with that worried tone. With that gravelly voice. A bit rough, clearly the voice of a man she knows, and… oh God.
Samira looks up, wide-eyed. It’s just her luck. On her best day, he probably wouldn’t come within 100 ft of her, but when she’s at her worst? There he is. Sometimes, she swears he’s just a ghost that follows her around and only appears when she needs him. A specter that pops up like Casper, but in a hot way. Always there with a helping hand and a kind gesture. A gentle glance.
Of course, on today of all days, Samira would stumble headfirst into her biggest fear and regret at PTMC: Dr. Jack Abbott.
Great. That’s just fucking great.
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Or, Mohan has ghosts haunting her on her shift while the stomach flu runs through the ED.
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It ain't enough and I can't pretend
That I ain't in love, but I need a friend.Or, Samira and Jack have a thing starting to bloom but instead of calling him, she calls someone else instead...
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There was an article she read a little while ago in the Harvard Magazine called “Hypochondria of the Heart.” Nostalgia was once considered an illness, it said.
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“Welcome, Samira. Today, we will be conducting an extraction process you have requested and consented to. In order to ensure the process is completed efficiently, we will now screen the preordained memories for harvesting that you’ve listed in your preparation manual. You can expect to feel extreme emotional duress during this process. However, rest assured that the feelings attached to the memories will dissipate almost entirely upon extraction. With this procedure, you are guaranteed a fresh start. Any remaining lingering emotions will fade with time, should you be unlucky enough to experience any of the listed side effects. Are you ready to proceed?”
Samira stares straight forward at the blank screen. She is already somewhere else. It is harder than she thought it would be- to consent to let go.
“Ma’am. Are you ready?”
Samira exhales a shaky breath, and nods. “I’m ready.”
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Samira knows her past has shaped her for a future that she wants for the better.
Jack looks at her and sees everything bright already.Series
- Part 52 of 200 days of spring and summer
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Samira Mohan has never had the time to allow herself to want anything. She's never been a dater. Can count on one hand the 'relationships' she's been in. Has sex infrequently.
And then. Well.... Then there's Jack Abbot.
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Dr. Samira Mohan is having an episode of PTSD.
Jack knows all too well what that's like.
Or, a 5+1 in which Samira pieces her life back together. Oh, and maybe she'll fall in love along the way.
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She has to say it. She has to say it, because the last time someone was rolled away from her on a gurney it was to the morgue. Brushing the pads of her thumbs over his cheekbones, Samira stoops until their foreheads touch, her lips ghosting over his.
“I love you,” she whispers, eyes wide open.
Jack’s mouth curves into a gentle smile.
“I know.”
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At shift change, Jack is stabbed by a patient brought into the Pitt. Samira Mohan can only watch, and wait, and wait.