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Baran is in the middle of describing the look her ex-wife gave her when Sami's teacher suggested maybe he gets his argumentative streak from home. "It was so pointed, Trinity, you would have thought she was trying to kill me with her eyes, and I'm sitting there thinking, first of all, he gets it from both of us, she's a lawyer for Christ's sake—" She stops. Utterly stalls, mid-sentence and mid-motion, the rolled spinach half under the knife on the board. The hand not holding the knife gives a faint, irregular jerk at her side, fingertips twitching against the grain of the wooden cutting board. For a single disorienting second Trinity thinks Baran has simply lost her train of thought.
It takes Trinity a beat too long, something she'll kick herself for later, to understand what she's seeing. "Babe?"
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Baran has a seizure while cooking them dinner
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25 Apr 2026
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so forgive me, love, if i cry all afternoon by perfectimprecision
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
19 Apr 2026
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Both Trinity and Mel are now onstage, a microphone stand in front of each woman. Yolanda is simultaneously sick with envy and excitement, regret and reverence, heartache and hankering.
“I want you to know,” Trinity drawls, each word distinct, like it stands on its own rather than forming part of a sentence. “That I’m happy for you.”
And with that alone, the weight of the song, the meaning of it—all at once, it hits Yolanda.
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25 Apr 2026
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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, eye widening as Trinity calls, "Watch out!"
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Trinity takes a punch meant for Yolanda
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24 Apr 2026
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After a week of silence following a 'rain check' on the Fourth of July, Santos ends up on the ground outside the hospital—put there by the one person she's been avoiding.
Raw palms, a bruised knee, and not even an apology.
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23 Apr 2026
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“It’s—it’s clean.” She’s a doctor, and before she was ever a doctor, she was clinical, precise, and careful.
After a moment, Robby says, “I’m sure it was, but after a day in the ER it isn’t anymore.”
White lines, marred by angry red. Disinfectant stings but no more than she's used to (no more than she likes), Robby tending to it gently, like there's nothing more natural, but clinically, because he can't get too close. Her hands in her lap tense. Her muscles contract. On instinct her body doesn’t let her relax, and she’s not sure it ever will, not when Grace spent what was left of her sanity caring for Trinity, and when it was too much to handle, let her body relax forever. She let herself give into it. Trinity wanted to give into it too.
Trinity faces relapse; Robby tends to her. It's not as unnatural or wrong as either of them feels it should be.
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23 Apr 2026