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Trinity thinks this is fragile.
She thinks maybe a tiny noise and it all shatters. Most things she touches, she’s come to understand, usually do. They crash and burn. And she watches it burn because she’s guilty. She touched it after all. She chose to touch it knowing exactly the path of destruction that would follow. Because that’s always been the thing about Trinity, she just aches. She wants too much. She wants everything. She’s greedy. She knows she doesn’t deserve good things. Because she’ll fuck it up.
The street lights stream through the curtains of Garcia- Yolanda’s apartment. Fuck. She needs to get a grip. She needs to get the hell out of the bedroom before she wakes Yolanda with her damned spiral.
4:37 AM
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Trinity Santos and Yolanda Garcia have no idea what they’re getting themselves into.
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How does one go from a hook up to a relationship and all the baggage you’ll inevitably carry.
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07 Mar 2026
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“Holy shit.” Ogilvie’s voice startles her back to reality; he’s suddenly paused, jaw a little slack.
Maybe he’ll faint, like Javadi’s first day.
She almost smiles at the thought— until her eyes lock onto the cause of his momentary shock. There’s a definite proximal tibia shaft fracture, bone jutting right out, but that’s not it. Her eyes drift further up the leg, to the upper thigh, where cuts litter the skin. Trinity feels her own thigh itch; scar tissue is sensitive, and it doesn’t help when she’s actively thinking about them and overheating under her scrubs.
“Not what’s important right now.” Thank fucking god for Samira. Trinity nods, focusing on the swelling lower down instead. That’s what needs immediate attention.
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07 Mar 2026