it doesn't change how I feel about you

you are not too much

you are not hard to love

you are allowed to have bad days

you are allowed to fall apart

just wait and see · mohabbot · e or, a look inside Jack's go-bag.

Frankly, he could stand to remove the foil strip from his bag. They’ve gone untouched for so long, but only because they hardly use them anymore. He’ll try, on occasion, to be good. To be a gentleman and a responsible adult and a doctor who knows better and all of it will go out the window the moment Samira asks to feel him without anything between them: every slick ridge of his heated skin and the rush, physical and emotional, of his release inside her.

The King of the Dead, who has been an undead dramatic bitch for centuries: Right, good plan, but how about, instead of just rushing out and murdering them all immediately... you three go out, and they think 'oh there's only three of them' then you say something badass and then we come swarming out across the water and kill them all.

An absolutely exhausted Samira, who can’t understand why she won’t sleep. It’s not effecting her work, but it shows when she steps out of the hospital. Almost like she is on autopilot when she hits the ER, and the second she leaves those doors, it finally hits that she hasn’t slept in 24 hours. It’s getting to the point where it’s concerning, Dana, Mckay and even Santos are realizing this problem is getting worse. And nothing she tries is working, reading, vitamins, even mediating. She is wide awake. Word gets around and Jack, (who has own issues with sleeping) decides he should help.

It’s incredibly weird at first, Jack in Samira’s bedroom, giving her the best tips he had learned over the years that have helped him in some way. He says that despite the various techniques he has learned, they one way or another fail and he has to try something new, this leads to obvious teasing from Samira. If he can’t sleep why in the world is he helping her? It gets to the point where it’s already late, Samira will try to sleep, but offers Jack her couch because of the time, he takes it and hopes he has managed to help her in some way.

He doesn’t help, Samira stares at her ceiling, thinks how she desperately wants to leave her bed. She thinks to get some water and tip toes her way to her kitchen ,where she finds Jack on her couch also not sleeping. It’s at the point the two decide maybe to just sit on the couch and talk, it’s calm at first, to just sit in the dark and just have a small, quiet, calm conversation.

All Jack can remember is the sound of Samira laughing lowly before he wakes up, on her couch. His head is heavy like it’s never been before. He rubs his eyes like actually rubs his eyes because of how deep he was sleeping. Only then does he notice Samira on his chest. Heavy breathing, curls in her face, and arm over him like she has done it a million times.