1 - 20 of 49 Bookmarked Items in MMMD
Navigation
List of Bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“Are you decent?”
This is where the misunderstanding happens.
Trinity, in all of her panic and anguish, took the question to mean ‘are you okay’, so she very quickly blurted out “yeah.”
Al-Hashimi had not meant to ask if she was fine.; Trinity Santos has had an utterly exhausting, grueling day. Langdon's return, combined with all other factors, is just entirely overwhelming for a woman who feels very miserably and viscerally unseen and unwanted. She now sits in the bathroom with her pants around her ankles and her underwear still on, a sharp thing in her hand, and once she's done the woman who finds her is her worst-case scenario. Baran is not as horrible as she thinks she might be.
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
When Frank does finally hit the ground, no one is in the room to witness it.
It’s a blessing in disguise. He doesn’t fall with the grace of an actor knowing that there’s a crash mat waiting, he falls like an overtired toddler attempting to walk three steps forwards. A step, a sway, and lights out.
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
Apartment 112, the number written on the wooden door in chipped golden letters. Her cousin once pointed out the humor of a doctor living in an apartment numbered with one of the world’s most common emergency phone numbers, and Trinity still doesn’t find it funny when Whitaker mentions it.
Or, seven months, one apartment, and a group of emergency medicine co-workers as they become friends.
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
“So–” Dennis starts, and Trinity honestly isn’t sure how she’s going to explain this one.
“I know it’s weird,” she says, gripping the steering wheel.
“I mean, it’s not that weird,” Dennis placates.
“He’s kind of a trainwreck,” Trinity defends, and then feels some type of way about the fact that she’s defending Langdon.
Dennis doesn’t disagree.
She promises him, “It’s only temporary.”
(Langdon's wife kicks him out. Trinity offers up her couch. She ends up learning a few things about her sworn enemy in the process.)
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
Santos walks in just as Frank finishes injecting his Zofran — trying to work through his chemo.
She gets the wrong idea.
(Or, Trinity has never managed to keep a goldfish alive, so moving onto a senior resident is probably a bad call).
Series
- Part 2 of the ABCs of chemotherapy
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
Dennis Whitaker looks like his Mama.
(Or, twenty-six years later, Robby is being haunted by a ghost — his son).
Series
- Part 3 of cornbread and matzo
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
Every now and then, when he’s particularly tired of the world, when good deeds don’t seem good enough, Dennis thinks of his father.
Series
- Part 4 of Dennis Whitaker vs The Pitt
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
- Words:
- 87,603
- Works:
- 1
- Bookmarks:
- 16
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
But there was a shame which festered deep inside her, always so hesitant to ask for help.
“You’re trouble.”
Trinity Santos and the reason she’s struggling so much to get her charts done. And the possibility of her giving into receiving help.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 13,749
- Chapters:
- 8/8
- Comments:
- 119
- Kudos:
- 1,274
- Bookmarks:
- 197
- Hits:
- 22,368
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
“One,” his jaw sounded like it was cracking as he clenched it, “I told you not to worry about me. If I have a problem, I’ll tell you. Two, you shouldn’t be dealing with this alone.”
“It’s just my period - “
“Its clearly not just a period.”
“Okay so it’s fucking not.” She snapped, tears burning in her eyes and spilling like trails of lava. She was an ugly crier, her nose turned red, snot ran clear down her nostrils and to her lips which always swelled. “It’s fucking not, you think I don’t know that?”
Series
- Part 5 of North of Nolan
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
The good thing about working in such a chaotic environment is that no one notices when you’ve skipped meals. Langdon’s always eaten like a bird, was always teased for it by family and friends. He prefers quick snacks to big meals, and that’s how it’s always been. That’s why he works so well in the Pitt. He shoves a protein bar in his scrub pocket, knowing full well he won’t eat it later. But it makes him feel like his old self, the one before the benzos, when he pretends he still has an appetite.
Langdon has a problem with food.
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
The first drag is like coming home, if home wanted to slowly kill you through suffocation. It’s delightful, and grounding, and he doesn’t feel even a little guilty about lying to Dana because she’ll never find out. Not while he’s wearing Trinity’s jacket so his doesn’t smell like lies.
Sweet smoky freedom. It feels too good. Too easy.
Series
- Part 7 of Dennis Whitaker vs The Pitt
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
Trinity would rather die than tell people she’s diabetic—literally.
That’s it. That’s the fic.
Series
- Part 1 of Highs & Lows: Diabetic Santos
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 11,458
- Chapters:
- 4/4
- Comments:
- 132
- Kudos:
- 1,164
- Bookmarks:
- 173
- Hits:
- 13,127
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
Trinity recognized something of herself in Whitaker. She wanted to reach out and touch it.
Codependent roommates trauma bond ft. pasta, bad TV, angst, and hugs.
Series
- Part 2 of Paying Attention
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
“I also found out about what happened between you and Dr. Langdon,”
Trinity freezes and suddenly she has no air in her lungs. Her hands leave her backpack to dig her nails in the flesh of her palms, and the pain seems to ground her, just like it used to.
“I didn't want anyone to get into trouble,” It comes bubbling out, far more meekly than she would've guessed it would.
Or,
Baran, Trinity and the gist of it all.
Series
- Part 1 of kiss it better, baby
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
Tags
Summary
Trinity Santos wasn’t going to kill herself.
Did she think about it? Yes. Did she joke about it? Yes. Did she actually want to throw herself off the roof and become sidewalk jelly? No.
She just wouldn’t mind if something else did it for her; A car that didn’t slow down in time. An angry patient with a gun. Some bad oysters.If she stays busy enough, useful enough, needed enough, she can keep going for another day. Until one day, the levee breaks and sucks Trinity into a hole she’s not sure she wants to get out of.
--
edit: this fic used to be titled "Promises Made, Promises Broken." It's now "Promise Me" bc that felt more fitting-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
“Keep me posted. If you need anything, professional or otherwise, call me.”
She won't be calling anyone. That's sort of the point. “Thanks.”
There's a finality, now. And instead of dragging her down, the knowledge that two weeks from now she'll be gone has the weight in her chest lifting. It's been so long since she's felt this that the promise of it makes her high. When she goes home tonight she won’t have to cut open her thighs, because the joy of dying, of leaving all this behind, of the decision that she’s finally made is the only stimulation she needs. There’s no punishment—this is her punishment. And she won’t be here long enough to do anything about it.
Trinity's attempt, and the days around it.
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
Dennis froze. Trinity stood in front of her bed. His gaze met hers and he saw the defensive set to her jaw and the tense, burning anger within her gaze. For a split second neither of them moved, Dennis processing what he was seeing.
-
Bookmark Collections:
-
-
Tags
Summary
“Alright, alright, settle down you two. Jesus Christ,” Dana mutters. “You’re worse than my fuckin’ kids.”
-
Tags
Summary
Everything after that happens too fast to think and slow enough that Trinity will replay it later in punishing detail, her brain an endless loop of cause and effect. The patient wrenches his other wrist free, the restraints tied improperly at its connection point to the bed—fucking newbies. He seizes the opportunity immediately. Trinity would notate that point on her neuro exam (patient alert) if she weren't more focused on Yolanda at her side, in optimal reaching distance.
The angle isn't great. Yolanda is bent over him and she sees movement in her periphery a fraction too late, eyes widening as Trinity calls, "Watch out!"
or
Trinity takes a punch meant for Yolanda
-
Bookmark Collections:
-