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Trinity Santos wakes up in the morning to red-stained sheets and a buttload of cramps. Fuck. Her period was here, a whole day and a half early, and Trinity was, well.. pissed was an understatement. She wanted to burn her sheets and throw stuff. She decides to make Dennis become her butler instead. Standing up, Trinity sluggishly makes her way to the bathroom, turning on the bathtub and preparing it with lavender bath salts and a bath bomb. Courtesy of Dennis of course. Once she made sure her tub was a little bit more full than the safety drain, she stomped over to Dennis’s room.
Dennis, blissfully asleep under the blanket Mel gave him for Christmas, was jolted awake by the pounding on his door. “Huckleberry wake up! I need you to come here!” And just like that Trinity is stomping down the hall to her bedroom. Dennis sighed, sitting up on his bed and tugging on the sweatshirt he had discarded the night before. Rubbing the last of the sleep out of his eyes, he trudged over to Trinity’s room and knocked before opening the door.
Trinity stood at the foot of her bed, pointing to her sheets. “Huckleberry. I’m on my period, and since I am such a loving woman and always give you the best of everything, you gotta wash my sheets.” Trinity smiled smugly, looking at Dennis before clearing her throat. “I uh… I also don’t know how to remove blood stains..” She looked away sheepishly, groaning. “Didn’t I just teach you how to clean stains?” Dennis’s question was more of a statement, head cocked to the side as he waited for a reply. Trinity, muttering some excuse about why she couldn’t do her on laundry, padded back to the bathroom with her slippers now on so she could soak in the bath.
Dennis yawned as he grabbed the sheets, hauling them into their little laundry room. Going into the kitchen he grabbed half a lemon, a box of baking soda, and a cup of water. He mixes the three ingredients to make a paste, and applied it to the stains before shoving everything into the washer to clean. He then went and started cooking breakfast, knowing that Trin would want some food when she was done.
Dennis drove the two to work, letting Trinity get a bit more rest before having to work. They parked in the staff lot, and walked into the building together. Dana was at the nurses station, going over patient charts with Robby. Langdon was talking with Mel, McKay was with Javadi heading to triage, and Princess and Perlah were gossiping, as usual. Trinity walked over to the nurses station and sat down to do some charting, her face contorted into a mix of dull pain. She had a scowl on her face, and she ignored Princess’s gossip as they came over to the station.
“Well who pissed in her cheerios?” Dana hummed, glasses tipped down slightly. Dennis just shook his head, looking up at the screen of patients. “Period started.” He muttered, grabbing his ipad and pulling up a patient. “Good luck with her today.” Dennis waved before heading into south 10.
Garcia ended up in trauma two, called down to do a thoracotomy on a GSW. Dr. Robby and trinity were assisting, along with Jesse and McKay. They were working on getting the patient, Kyle, stable, as Garcia prepped for her thoracotomy. “Santos, hand me a scalpel.” Garcia lifted her gaze for a few seconds, hand out in preparation. Santos grabbed the scalpel from the tray, turned over to Garcia, and dropped the scalpel on the ground as a cramp shot through her lower abdomen. She stepped back, already mentally cursing herself as Robby spoke. “Alright Dr Santos, how about you go take ten in the break room, and have Dr King come scrub in for you, yes?” Robby nodded, sending Trinity off.
Trinity found Mel with Dennis, and cleared her throat as she came over. “Melanoma, Robby needs you in trauma two. I’m taking ten.” She cheered sarcastically, hands in the air as she trudged over to the break room. Dennis and Mel looked at each other, shrugging as Mel went to Trauma two. Trinity slumped over in one of the break room chairs, a hot water bottle pressed to her abdomen as she rested her head on the table. She was asleep within at least five minutes, water bottle slipping from her hand.
Anyone who went in or out of the break room was careful to leave Trinity alone, most obligating to avoid the break room entirely until the end of their shift. At the end, Dennis went and woke trinity up, driving the two back to their apartment. “Do you uh.. Need anything? Before we get back?” He asked, glancing at her for a split second before turning back to the road. Trinity hummed in response, looking out the window. “I think I’m alright, thanks Huck.” She replied, hopping out of the car once Dennis parked. Trinity plopped onto the couch, wrapped herself in their old throw blanket, and turned on some sad, cheesy romance. Dennis went to shower, and was called out to the living room thirty minutes later to a hysterical Trinity. She was crying at the movie, eating spoonfuls of ice cream, and yelling for Dennis. “Huckleberryyy! I need dark chocolate!” Dennis stared, dumbfounded, scratching his head. “Dark chocolate? Trin, I asked you if you needed something before we got home.” He sighed. “Yeah, well.. well I need dark chocolate!” She shot back, sitting up and giving Dennis a glare. Dennis held is hands up in mock surrender, grabbing the keys. “Alright alright. I’ll go get you your dark chocolate.” He sighed, leaving the apartment. Trinity, with a smug smile, laid back down on the couch with her heating pad and went back to her movie.
Once Dennis got home, Trinity downed two chocolate bars, thanked Dennis, then proceeded to pass out on the couch. Dennis, the ever-caring guy that he is, shifted Trinity so she didn’t hurt her neck, tucked her in, and then went to his own room to sleep. Before heading to bed, he sent Robby a text, letting him know that Trinity wouldn’t be in tomorrow, because “god knows that every one would go through hell.” Day two of women’s periods suck the most, so calling off Trin was definitely for the best. Finally, Dennis willed himself to sleep, avoiding thinking about how tomorrow would be.