fourwalls (boydaegu)



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    “You’re not guiding me, though, are you?” She was increasingly feeling like she was in the deep end of a pool, exhausted from treading water. “I want your opinion, Dr. Abbot, and, as my attending, you should offer it.”

    He crossed his arms across his chest, rolled his eyes, and then stared her down. “Forgive me for thinking you know what’s best for you.”

    a.k.a. It's finally the end of her Fourth of July shift, and Dr. Samira Mohan doesn't know what she wants.

    title credits: "Arsonist's Lullabye" by Hozier

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  2. Public Bookmark 46

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    “Then tell me the truth,” she says, watching Abbot’s eyes flick up to meet hers once more. There is a subtle lift of her chin and with the purse of his lips, Samira knows he sees the resolve in her eyes. “Why don’t you look at me?”

    [post 2x07]

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    02 Mar 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 94

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    When the wedding invitation arrives for your ex husband's marriage to your little sister, you're tempted to set fire to your entire life. Your attending, Jack Abbot, has other ideas.

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    27 Feb 2026

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    “I don’t call you kid because I think you’re stupid. I don’t think you’re stupid. You’d know if I thought you were stupid, because I would tell you. ‘Kid’ is a…” He trails off, free hand tapping thoughtful rhythms on the steering wheel, “…Nickname. Term of endearment. Whatever you want to call it, but it’s not derogatory.”

    Jack holds up a second finger.

    “You have not been taking care of yourself. If you were, you wouldn’t have a low grade fever, and you would’ve called me as your boss or one of your friends to drive you instead of walking to work in the rain after your car died. You’ve been surviving. There’s a difference.”

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    good things happen to those who are found crying in the supply closet by their hot, older, maybe flirty boss-slash-mentor.

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    24 Feb 2026

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    She has given up with polite refusal, finds a tube of aquaphor in the little door pocket that she does not remember placing there but is definitely hers. He can’t make intense, unfaltering eye contact with her when he asks her how she is feeling after a shift, she can leave little white lies in her wake as he drives, can tell him she’s okay, and can’t be stared down into changing her answer. She can begin her decompression next to him in a way she can’t on the bus, can shake her hair out of its tight confines, really check in with her body, with her breathing, can allow herself to relax for a short while, the weight of the commute lifted from her seamlessly by Abbot. She is stubborn, but she lets him.

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    Jack starts driving Samira home from work, she thinks a little too much about the music he listens to.

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