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Today was quite special as Dennis finally got his top surgery that he has been saving for a long time. He was cleared to go home under his roommates observation as soon as anesthetic cleared out of his system more or less. It also meant that Santos was bestowed the honor to play doctor off the clock as she had to help and care for Whitaker. Trinity helped a very loopy Dennis walk through the door, out of pure habit he started to lean down to untie his shoes. "My fucking god, dude!" Santos caught him before he could fall on the floor face first, "Fuck the shoes go sit down." She pushed him towards their living room and took off her own shoes, following him to the couch. "How are you feeling?"
"I think… The pain meds are gone… Chest hurts," Whitaker squeezed his eyes shut to concentrate all his willpower on forming words. Santos propped up two pillows on both his sides to rest his arms there. "Yeah no shit, they just cut your tits off my guy," she chuckled and looked over Dennis, trying to make him the most comfortable. She was happy for her best friend, but also incredibly worried for how he would handle major surgery like that. Trinity did feel like a bit of a mother hen, sue her damn.
"Okay, do you want me to put on a show for you while i take care of your stuff? Or a snack if you're feeling like eating?" Santos was looking around for anything Dennis could possibly need or anything that need to be cleaned up. "Trin, I'm fine, my god," He clicked his tongue and leaned his head back with a huff, "Stop fucking hovering." That hurt a bit, the hell is he so annoyed for when she is caring for him. "Well apologies for taking care of your sorry ass," Trinity rolled her eyes at him and decided to leave Whitaker alone for a bit, she carried his bag from the entrance back to his room. Santos never made a habit of being in Dennis' room, so looking around without the man himself there was weird, but not uncomfortable. Strangely domestic it felt to be putting away his scrubs and notebooks, as the idiot decided to schedule the surgery after his shift.
She was putting away his notebooks into a drawer in his table as she noticed a stack of polaroids they have been taking over the months they've been friends. Fuck. She closed the drawer and sighed. Dennis was like an annoying little brother a lot of the time and she had enough of her own brothers already, but fuck, he was still the sad looking Huckleberry she let into her life and her best friend. "Fucking hell…" She huffed and turned to go back into the living room, where Dennis was still on the couch.
"Trin?" A small watery voice came from where Dennis was half sitting half lying down. She rushed to his side with a concerned look. "I- 'm sorry, I can't get the pain meds," His breathing was strained as he tried not to breathe too deeply. Santos nodded quickly and got a pill from the prescription bottle and held up a bottle water to his mouth. "I didn't notice it was time for your dose, sorry," She returned the bottle to its original place, looking over Whitaker once again. Trinity reached out to brush away the sweaty curly strands from his forehead. "I'm gonna go get started on your soup and you just try to chill here, Huckleberry, okay?" She allowed the babying to her pseudo little brother only today and never again after this. Dennis just nodded, closing his eyes and willing the pain to go away faster. She set about fussing in the kitchen, she never cooked much but some plain chicken stock seemed easy enough.
Once the pot was simmering with the soup getting made, Santos returned back to check on her roommate. Dennis lazily looked at her, seeming loopy already. He raised one of his arms slightly and made a noise that indicated complaint. Amused already, Trinity approached him and took his hand when he made a grabby gesture at her. For a moment he looked like he tried to concentrate all his willpower somewhere. "Trin… I love you," Dennis mumbled as he closed his eyes, fully concentrated on talking. "Aw, Huckleberry, did the morphine get you all cute and fluffy?" She huffed out a laugh as she cooed at the guy.
"Thank you…" He exhaled and squeezed her hand for a moment. "Dude, you don't have to?" Santos smiled at him, but something felt quite familiar about what Dennis was trying to say, she just couldn't place her finger out it, "Wait… Is that?" She didn't get to finish as Whitaker continued: "I… Forgive you." Now as she had figured out what he was doing she tried her damned hardest to hold back her laughter.
"Please, forgive me," Dennis finished and finally relaxed, letting go of the last will to speak. At this point Santos couldn't hold back anymore, giggling as she squeezed his hand when he made a confused sound. "Huckleberry, I know you're Dr Robby's little mini me, but this is something else," Santos laughed harder as she petted his head softly, a bit mockingly, "You're not dying and I'm not dying. Save that wise saying of your crush's for work." Dennis' eyes grew wider and his face grew hotter, "He- He's not my- crush or anything!"
Trinity just nodded in fake sympathy and patted his hand. "Yes, yes. I believe you." She carefully wrapped her arms around Dennis making his sit up straighter, "Your soup will be done soon, don't want you to spill anything." She sighed and let him go, watching in annoyed amusement as the guy slid down half lying down again. Santos crossed her arms over her chest and looked him straight in the eyes. "Ugh, fine," Dennis slowly but steadily pushed himself up again. He stuck out his tongue at her, making Trinity laugh loudly until Whitaker's face pinched in pain again. "M' head throbs," he exhaled as she quieted down. "Aw, poor Huckleberry, I'm gonna get your soup," Trinity shook her head and walked back to the kitchen. She could take care of a little brother one more time.