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Trinity was supposed to be off the clock in an hour when she got dragged into an incoming trauma. She never expected to end up holding a live rocket lodged in the patient’s chest.
With every second that passes, Trinity realizes that if the bomb goes off, the one thing she’ll regret most is leaving behind the woman she loves without ever telling her.
Inspired by @lilpaigeyyy on twitter and Grey's Anatomy season 2 episodes 16 & 17.
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15 Mar 2026
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Psychosomatic, was another word, like idiopathic, words doctors used to excuse their own stupidity whilst patients suffered. It wasn’t real and yet the flower continued to stare up at her, yellow and defiant.
Trinity develops a disease of unrequited love aka a case of Garsantos Hanahaki disease.
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08 Mar 2026
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Trinity worries her lip between her teeth. It’s worth a try, right?
“Dana—”
Dana doesn’t even look up from her tablet. “No.”
“But—”
“Doctor’s orders.”
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08 Mar 2026
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“I know you mentioned a raincheck,” Santos begins, and then she gets a little lost.
(She has the next words ready.
She’s been practicing them in her head for the last few minutes.
Still, they’re caught in her throat like a sip of water going down the wrong pipe.)
But Garcia is patient.
So unbelievably fucking patient.
"But I don’t—want to be alone,” Santos admits with a slight grimace, trying to sound chill and casual even though this isn’t chill and casual at all. But her voice comes out audibly strained because that was just enough of a lie to make her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her bottom lip way too hard. “I probably shouldn’t be alone tonight,” she corrects with what little air is left in her lungs.
“Okay,” Garcia says, simple and gentle and effortless, and nods toward the passenger side. “Get in.”
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02 Mar 2026
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A hand plucks the bottle from Trinity's grip before she can open it and she spins around with an affronted noise.
“Do I even want to know what’s in this?” Yolanda inspects the label, eyes narrowing at the tiny letters with the same focus she reserves for surgical cases.
“Probably not. Doubt it will kill me, though.”
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28 Feb 2026