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“Joy Kwon,” Abbot says. “I’d heard they stuck you on the night shift with the rest of us.”
Joy knows this is her opportunity to call him on his bullshit. I saw your signature on the request form, she thinks about saying. What do you want from me? What is this?
“Dr. Jack Abbot,” she replies flatly instead. “You heard right.”
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13 Mar 2026
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It’s comical. Or, it would be comical if it wasn’t happening to him. Six months after Samira Mohan badged out of her final shift at the Pitt, it has become kind of, sort of comical that she will respond to everyone’s text messages and emails but Jack's own.
Or, Samira Mohan has a history of reading relationships wrong.
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01 Jan 2026
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The problem with Cheyenne fucking on his couch — one of many problems with Cheyenne fucking on his couch — is that now Jack cannot sit on, look at, walk near, or fluff the pillows of said couch without thinking of Cheyenne fucking on his couch.
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a little sugar in my bowl, a little sweetness down in my soul by arcticmonks
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
17 May 2025
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As she’s working with the next few patients (broken leg, UTI, baby with a fever), no one else says anything, though she does get a kind little smile from Jesse that says that he heard what happened but he doesn’t care. Too bad he’s gay. He’s kind and can actually hold a conversation, and that salt and pepper hair is —
“Dr. Mohan,” Abbot calls from somewhere behind her as she’s finishing up her last chart before she hands off to the night shift. “Come see me before you clock out.”
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15 Nov 2025
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He waits until the commercial break to ask what’s been bothering him since that afternoon. “Hey, Trin.”
“Make it snappy, bloodhound.” She slides down the couch, shoving her cold toes under his thigh.
“Do you think Doctor Robby’s been, like, singling me out?” Saying it out loud makes him cringe even though there’s no other way to phrase it and he really needs a second opinion.
“Oh, yeah.” She scoffs, offering him a bright grin. “You’re his best boy.”
“What?!” He – he refuses to admit that he squeaks but his voice does go up an octave, heat rushing to his cheeks.Whitaker goes through the motions and gets that old man in the end
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