Doctor Dandelion / Jack Abbott

Doctor Dandelion / Jack Abbott

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An ER shift is never sunshine and rainbows-but today feels like a descent straight into chaos. Follow Dr. Tara Javadi as she battles through the madness, finding moments of comfort and connection in the unlikeliest places. "You're like one of those flowers that grows through concrete," he says. Tara scoffs. "Did you just call me a weed?" "No-the pretty yellow kind." "Oh. A dandelion?" [The Pitt Fanfiction] Dr. Tara Javadi x Dr. Jack Abbott
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