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If Trinity thought her blood pressure had spiked when she saw the knife, the feeling that she gets when she sees Izzy in the doorway to the room Trinity had left is akin to the worst case of hypertension she's ever seen. She wouldn't be surprised if the veins in her eyes are bursting, sending ribbons of red spilling out across the whites.
Alex is beginning to speak again, his voice shaking but his tone firm and unrelenting. "I have to go—"
Trinity reaches out instinctively, unable to think about anything other than keeping Izzy out of his eyeline. "Alex! Don't—"
She doesn't see him pull out the knife. But a split second after he moves there's a sharp pain in her left arm, blood immediately welling up out of a slash across it. She presses onto it with her other hand, shying away from him in pain, her basic animal brain telling her to protect the injury.
This is the wrong move.
or: it turns out that, for trinity at least, getting stabbed makes you rethink a few things. among these things is included your ex-situationship-turned-tentative-work-friend-turned-awkward-avoidanceship (yeah, it's a mouthful. maybe quicker to just call her garcia)
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30 Jun 2026
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When Trinity gets the opportunity to toss her drink on an entitled man badgering a woman who clearly isn’t interested, she takes it. She doesn't think it'll be anything more than stress relief—an opportunity to let out the aggression she feels at getting stood up in a bar she can’t afford.
Trinity doesn’t think anything of it. Until she meets the woman he was bothering. Baran Al-Hashimi, beautiful, intelligent, and—inexplicably—interested. The only stipulation to their friendship is this: they can't talk about work. They agree, not knowing that they're both doctors, unaware that Baran will be Trinity's boss in just a few short months.
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What if Trinity meets Baran before she starts working at PTMC?
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26 Jun 2026
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Trinity doesn’t think the permanent addition of Dr. Al-Hashimi will change much about the ED. That changes after an impromptu offer to watch her kid for the evening. One night leads to another, which bleeds into a familiarity Trinity hadn’t known she was missing.
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Trinity falls hard. She doesn’t know how to navigate it.
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26 Jun 2026
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Trinity can feel the stolen scalpel burning a hole in her pocket. Fuck it. “Wanna get a drink?”
Hope flickers in her chest and it must show on her face because Mel falters. Trinity kicks herself. Last thing she needs is pity from Miss Ren Fucking Faire. She squares her shoulders.
“Look, Melon, if you need to get home, feed your fish or whatever, I get it. Don’t let me stop you.”
Mel’s brow furrows in confusion. “I don't own any fish,” she says. “Actually, Becca won one at a carnival once when we were kids but, funny story-”
Santos interrupts. “What I mean, Mellow Yellow, is you don’t have to humor me. I’m a big girl. You can tell me to kick rocks.”
“Oh.” Mel frowns. “You have a very strange way of communicating.”
Trinity and Mel hang out after the Fourth of July shift. It’s all downhill from there.
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I have created a version of Trinity that is so piteous, I want to punch myself in the head.
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20 Jun 2026
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“I try not to be outwardly mean to jerks,” Emma says. “If you are, you’re stooping to their level.”
“I’m fine with that,” Joy says. “I’ve never, ever taken the high road.”
Or, Joy and Emma hide out in Santos’ ensuite bathroom during a party.
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20 Jun 2026