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“Mel Bel!” Rosemary’s voice left from her tongue at a volume too loud for the early morning Pitt meeting.
Melissa’s head whipped around, a soft rosy hue dusting her cheeks. “Rabbit?” She asked. She cleared her throat, stepping out of the circle. “Rosie, what are you doing here?"
"You forgot your lunch."
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"Excuse me?" Rosemary asked, jogging to the end of the hall where a doctor was sneaking out of a back door. The man turned around; a tag on his military grade backpack read 'Abbot.' "I um, well.."
"Got yourself turned around, sweetheart?" He asked.
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25 Jan 2026
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Samira was hiding a secret, and was content, until Heather pushed her buttons one too many times.
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- Part 60 of The Pitt stories
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23 Jan 2026
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“So, what’s your plan?” Garcia took another pull on her beer.
“My plan?” Trinity was pretty sure eating a burger didn’t require a plan.
“The flooded apartment. You do have a plan, don’t you?” Garcia asked.
“Uh, yeah. Of course.” Trinity started peeling the label off of her beer bottle. “Of course, I have a plan.” She shrugged. Garcia didn’t need to know that the plan didn’t extend past going back to her car and then, well, she didn’t know.
Garcia looked at her for a long moment before she blinked and took a sip of her beer. “You’re lying.”
“What?” Trinity recoiled. How could Garcia possibly know that?
“I’m going to buy you dinner. We’re going to walk back to the hospital. I’m going to leave you at your car, and then what? What’s the plan after that? Where are you sleeping tonight?”
A pipe bursts in Trinity's apartment. Does she tell anyone? Of course not. Garcia rescues her, but Trinity's trauma makes that difficult.
Also, there was only one bed.
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22 Jan 2026
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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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21 Jan 2026
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“If I give you this camera, can you take photos throughout the week, I’ll get it back and make a cool video out of it?” She outstretches her hand to Samira, proffering a green and black Fujifilm Quicksnap.
Samira replies with a smile, “I’m not sure our lives are very interesting, but yeah, sure.”
“What are your names?”
“I’m Samira,” she replies, Jack supplies his name with a gentle nod.
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Samira and Jack go viral.
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20 Jan 2026