8 Works in MMMD
Listing Works
-
Tags
Summary
Parker had just gotten the patient's CT results when Toomarian pulled up short by central and stuttered out, "So, um, is it possible that Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot are about to make out in Trauma 1?"
The intern clocking their weirdness on day one? That might be a new record.
Parker didn't bother looking up from her tablet. "Now that sounds like the definition of not my business," she drawled. "But if you see any hot man-on-man action, note the date and time. Ahmad's got a pool going."
-
Tags
Summary
“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.”
-
Tags
Summary
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.”
-
Tags
Summary
“Pupils are responsive,” Al-Hashimi offers quietly, “but tachycardia and clammy skin suggest—”
“Exhaustion,” Garcia finishes for her, then Santos feels two familiar hands scoop up one of her own and begin to gently massage her fingers and palm. “Trinity, if you can feel me, squeeze my hand.”
Santos swears it takes about as long as her commute to work, but she manages to find her shoulder and then her elbow and then her wrist and then the part of her that Garcia’s holding, and somehow convinces her fingers to curl slowly inward.
There’s an audible sigh of relief alongside the continued warmth enveloping her knuckles.
“Give me twenty minutes,” Garcia says, then leans down close enough that Santos can feel hot breath around her ear. “I’m gonna bring you somewhere quiet, okay?”
-
Tags
Summary
Over the past few weeks, the ever-present nausea she has always carried has worsened into something tangible. The dizziness when she stood, even though she's made extra sure to stay hydrated. The gnawing in her stomach is mostly same-old, same-old, but she can feel how the cramps now threaten to migrate into her upper abdomen. Her old headaches have returned in full force. She really shouldn’t be so surprised when things finally come to a head.
Series
- Part 1 of Fragile Like a Bomb
-
Tags
Summary
Santos holds up her hands and shakes her head and takes another step back. “I haven’t spoken to your wife,” she emphasizes. “All I know is you hurt your head. Just—please try to calm down, sir, we’re going as fast as we—”
“That’s bullshit,” he snaps. “I didn’t do anything. She’s lying.”
He’s getting way too close and the adrenaline has Santos stammering around words she hasn’t come up with yet—
“I’ll be right back,” she blurts and turns around—
A strong hand clamps around her wrist and pulls—
“Let go of me,” Santos demands as she reaches for the privacy curtain—
Series
- Part 3 of Whumptos
-
Tags
Summary
Another dog gets brought into the ER one day, and everyone actually thinks it's pretty cute how it follows Santos and Whitaker around.
...until it's revealed it's a suicide alert dog.
It seems that there are a few overdue conversations to be had.
-
Tags
Summary
Mel says, Hey! I keep meaning to get your number! How are you? We haven’t been on shift together in a couple days.
Pretty good, she answers. What about you, toots?
Why are you calling me that?
Trinity has to be honest: idk.
*
Dr. Mel King confides in an unlikely person.
Series
- Part 1 of cool dry place