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She spots Whitaker at the bus stop across the street when she exits the building. She’s about to jog over and join him when she hears a familiar voice behind her, “Santos.” She turns around and sees that Dr. Garcia is much closer than she thought.
Santos gives her a quick once over. Garcia’s hair is still in a tight bun, but she’s wearing gray slacks and a green blouse. Santos can’t help but think she looks so professional, like a real doctor. “Oh, hi,” she replies, confused at why Garcia is talking to her. “Did I forget to do something? I can go back and do it right away.”
Garcia smiles softly and shakes her head, “You still owe me that drink.”
Oh.
Or: Garcia and Santos go out for the drink and Santos doesn’t know how to say no
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If you asked Trinity Santos what the worst part of her first shift in The Pitt was, she would lie and say the mass casualty incident. This was the fair and socially acceptable answer and the one people actually wanted to hear about when they asked. Truthfully, the mass casualty incident didn't even break the top three on the list of worst things about the shift. Third was the scalpel incident. Second was correctly deducing her senior was stealing drugs. First would have to be Yolanda Garcia calling her “trouble."
It's Trinity's first rotation of intern year outside of the ED. Of course, it had to be trauma surgery, and Garcia just had to be her senior resident.
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It’s one of those things—words, phrases, insults, sometimes even compliments—that sticks with Trinity, even though it shouldn’t. Lodges itself somewhere in the gaps of her ribcage, so with each step she can feel it there under skin, flesh and digging through bone. It grooves into the recesses of her mind, it gets caught in her throat, she can taste those words just on the tip of her tongue and she really fucking hates it.
Much like everything else her stupid brain clings to (it’s a trauma response, she knows that, she’s a doctor, but calling her brain stupid is easier than really facing the problem) it sticks.
Trouble, trouble, trouble.
Or: Trinity Santos learns to let her guard down, just a little bit.
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Trinity has been careful. Keeping the lights off. Redirecting wandering hands. Pretending everything is fine.
Unfortunately, Yolanda notices anyway.
---How I think we got to the "casual" elevator scene in 2x9.
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"You wouldn’t want to repeat your R2 year again because of this.”
“I may need a rain check.”
Two sentences end up sending Trinity spiraling in the middle of her 4th of July shift. When she has a panic attack Trinity finds support in an unlikely place and is reminded that leaning on people isn't weakness. If only it were that simple.
Or: Trinity Santos has lived her life in survival mode for so long she's forgotten what it feels like to actually live.