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Dennis had kind of gotten used to living with Santos, after living with her for about a month now. They had gotton some routines down in some way. Even tho Dennis still felt like shit for not being abel to pay rent, no matter how many times Trinity told him it was fine. Maybe that was just the religious guilt speaking for him.
When he had left brokenbow for college, it had been diffrent. Mostly because non of his family really went to college. All his brothers had stayed on the farm after highschool. They all had wifes, kids and their own farm last Dennis had heard. But the again that had been years ago. Still it was diffrent that he went to college. Picking theology had mostly been so that maybe his parents would be fine with it. That if it still had to do with god then it would be fine right?
And it was fine, Dennis could live with it. He could live with becoming a preist and marrying some women. He just would have to push the butterflyes when he saw men down. Had to keep pushing it down, so that his family could be happy. But then he had met someone who was going to be come a doctor. Dennis was lost in that world.
In a world where he could help people so much. Because sure he might be abel to help people as a preist, could guide them to god. But if he became a doctor then he could save people. Not just trough god, but really save them. There was just the little minor problem of his family.
His dad had allways belived that everything could be healed trough time and god. When Dennis and his brothers where growing up, that was what they got. He could still rember getting so sick one night. His mom, who allways liked Dennis the most, had begged to take him to a doctor. After a whole night of his parents arguing, and one of his brothers sitting by his side praying, his dad agreed.
The closet doctor was 2 and a half hours away. When they had gotten there, it had been pneumonia. His dad had yelled at the doctor, or atleast Dennis thinks he did. It was all so blury even back then. It had ended with Dennis staying in the hospital for 4 days, before going home.
Even now years later, Dennis could rember his mom's face, when the doctor told them that if they had waited much longer, it would be way worse for Dennis. Her eyes had been filling up with tears, that she hadent let fall infront of him. Her hands had been shaking a little bit, or maybe not just her hands but her whole body.
He tried not to think to much of her face like that. Tried to only rember the good version of her face. The one where she was smilling and happy. No that he had many of thoes. She allways seemed to sad. And his dad was allmost allways angry at her, and Dennis thinks he saw him her hit once.
"Huckelberry!" The sound of Trinty's voice made him snap out of the kind of haze he had gone into. They where on the couch, on one of their day's off, watching Greys Anatomy. Mostly so that Trinty could point out all the medical mistakes.
"Sorry what?" Dennis said as he looked at her. Her hair was down, wich it allmost never was, and she was in a big hoddie, and shorts with fluffy socks. She looked realaxed and calm. Dennis knew that both of them where stressed out from med school, so it was nice to have these few moment of to share.
"I was asking if you wanted to open a bottel of wine" Trinty asked as she stood up from the couch. "You know that cheep one we got last week.
"I ehm sure" Dennis said as she walked to the kitchen to pour to cups. Not glass's, they where in no way that fancy at all. They really just used coffee cups for wine and most other things.
"Isent drinking like a sin?" Trinity said as she sat back down on the couch, handing him a cup wich read "Shut up, baby" in pink letters on it. Her own cup had a picture of a glitterie cat on it.
"Kind of" Dennis said taking a long sip of his drink. He might still hate to talk about relgion, but it was also nice sometimes. As long as they didnt get in on the whole gay thing. "Drinking achole is not a sin, but getting drunk kind of is"
"Mmh religioun is confusing as fuck" Trinity said as she took a drink of her own wine. Dennis nodded, because well she wasnet wrong. And his own realtionship with drinking was even more counfusing and something he tried not to think about.
Drinking tho had never really been a thing for him. Sure he hadent done it alot, but he had grown up around it. There was wine in the curch and he was pretty sure that for half his childhood his dad was holding a beer.
"I think i might have a crush” Trinity said out of no where. They had been silent for over half an hour other then calling out the errors of greys anatomy. Dennis turend his head right back to look at Trinity. Because woah. This was new, telling one and other things.
Sure sometimes they would gossip together about stuff that happened in the pitt. Santos would tell him things that Princess and Perhla had told her. But they didnt do this. This feelings things. Not that, that they did not do.
There was actually alot of things they didnt talk about. Like the whole Langdon thing, wich Dennis had tired to bring up a few times. But the very short replies and the look Trinity had given him, had made him stop asking. He had just learned to think of Langdon as some one who hurt his roommate. In what way, Dennis wasnet 100 % sure, but in some way. He remembers hearing about some drug problem going on with Langdon. But it was never really spoken about, just whispered. It reminded Dennis alot of the church he grew up in, with the gossip ladies.
“Oh?” Dennis said, not really sure on what to say. He knew Trinity was lesbian, she had come out on the 3rd day of them living together. Dennis had one day, after about 2 weeks of living with her, told her about himself. It had been after a bad shift, and he had been crying.
He had told her trough tears, and sobs. Dennis might not have been home ever since he started med school, but he still felt like hell every time he thought about it. Being gay might not be a big deal in Pittsburg, but it was in a religious town in the middle of bom fuck no where.
Since that him and Trinity had gone to a few queer clubs. Dennis still felt weird hooking up with guys. The first time they had gone to a queer club, he had gotten a panic attack. It had felt like someone had taken his hand a held it until her couldetn breath.
It was better now, but he still didnt hook up alot. But the few times he had done it, it wasnet like it had been the best anyway. Mostly some fumbling hand jobs, a few probably very bad blow jobs and that one time he tried to have sex with some guy. Didnt actully end up having sex, so yeah not the best things in the whole world.
“So ehm you said you had a crush?” Dennis said as he let out something between a cough and just clearing his throat. “Is it someone that ehm i might know?” Dennis said as he took another long zip of his cup of wine. God this whole thing was awkward.
“Garcia” Trinity said and Dennis wine, came right out of his mouth. Or well nearly because he mandate to hold it back. Other wise it would have gone all over Trinity. Who was now looking at him with a face that said “Really” And then she actually said “Yeah i know”
For a moment Dennis didnt really know what to say back to her. Fuck what do you say when your just about only friend, told you that she had a crush on the senior surgeon. But hey maybe Dennis should have seen it coming. What with all the times that he had caught Trin staring at Garcia when they where meant to be charting.
Maybe he really should have seen this coming.
“Okay” Dennis said as he tried to get his head around how fucking blind he might just had been. Or maybe he had been caught up in his own little miserable head. “Is there a reason that you are telling me?”
“Maybe i just wanna gossip with my roommate-slash-coworker-slash-maybe-friend about my new work crush” Trinity said as she sat more up into the couch where as Dennis felt himself fall even more into the couch. “But i might have also brought it up, because i think that she might want something to do with me”
Once again Dennis didnt really know what to say. Because what did Trinity mean by that? Did that mean that Garcia wanted to go out on a sweet sweet date with Trinity? And while Dennis might hope that it was that, but that he was probably way wrong. He had a feeling that it was something eles. “In what ehm….. way?”
“Sometimes i really remember just how lost in the morden dating world” Trinity said as she sat up again drinking the rest of the wine in her cup and then filling it up again. “No Dennis i mean that she wants to eat me li-”
“Okay! I got it, got it” Dennis siad as he held his hands over his ears. “I dont need the details of what you want to do with the surgeon who i think is atleast 15 years older then us”
“Eh well maybe i just like older women who tell me what to do” Trinity said as she leaned back against the back of the couch and Dennis felt himself blush hard. It made Trinity start laughing at him, wich was something that happened almost all the time.
But as Dennis said there on the couch with Trinity, drinking wine as they pointed out wrong things with the medical show, it felt nice. It had been a while since Dennis had been really abel to fully relax.
Right after he had started med school, he had to worry so much about where he was going to live. And everything had just happened with his family. His dad had basically kicked him out the moment the words “med school” had come out of his lips.
Then when he was homeless it wasnet like he had alot of time to relax. It had been worrying and worrying about everything. Where he was going to sleep, where he would get food and all that stuff. Sometimes there would be room in shelters, but not always. Even when he found the not used floor in the hospital, he had been so worried about being caught in everything.
And since he had moved in with Trinity, he had to work and study so much, he didnt really have time to calm down. But here he was sitting with Trinity getting drunk, and he felt so nice. It was nice just to breath for a little while.