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1. when i’m good, i’m very good (but when i’m bad, i’m better) by galicefunk

   Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)  

   • Explicit
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • F/F
   • Work in Progress

   23 Sep 2026

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Trinity Santos & Dennis Whitaker
   • Baran Al-Hashimi/Trinity Santos
   • Jack Abbot & Trinity Santos
   • Trinity Santos
   • Dennis Whitaker
   • Jack Abbot (The Pitt)
   • Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
   • Baran Al-Hashimi
   • Suicide Attempt
   • Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • stay seated
   • what the fuck did I write
   • Miscommunication
   • NO AI fuck AI
   • Written by a lesbian
   • Trinity Santos Whump
   • Trinity Santos and Dennis Whitaker are Roommates
   • Trinity Santos and Dennis Whitaker are Like Siblings
   • Unreliable Narrator Trinity Santos
   • we love garcia guys
   • they’re just not right for eachother…
   • trinity needs DEVOTION!!!!
   • Body Worship
   • Praise Kink
   • trinity never wanted to be degraded guys she just wanted to be liked
   • Abusive Parents
   • Fem4Fem
   • Soft Trinity Santos
   • Trinity Santos-centric
   • Trinity Santos Needs a Hug
   • Trinity Santos Needs Therapy
   • Dom Baran Al-Hashimi
   • Soft Baran Al-Hashimi
   • Dennis Whitaker Needs a Hug
   • baran is so fucking HOT
   • Sassy Dennis Whitaker
   • Eventual Smut
   • I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WROTE MEDICAL SHIT
   • Self-Harm
   • passing notes
   • they’re both dirty perverts
   • Submission
   • Orgasm Control

   Summary

   “Trauma to the left wrist. Unknown time of injury.” Someone says. A paramedic? Sounds like a paramedic. Smells like one too. A little sweaty, which is understandable, and coffee breath that fans over your face like the breeze from an open window in a storm. That’s not forgivable. It reminds her of school. And therapy. And old men. Yuck.
   “Three, two, one—“
   She jolts as she’s lifted. Hard plastic is replaced by cheap cushioning and the scent of antiseptic detergent.
   Beep. Beep. Beep. She’s tachycardic.
   And really, she’s not sure who found her. How they did.
   From what she can remember, she planned it perfectly.
   She tried. She really tried this time.
   Beep.
   “Code blue! Start compressio—“

   or

    
   Trinity Santos is tired. She wants a lot of things. A lot of things she can’t have. One of those things, being her much older, much more responsible attending.

   Series

   • Part 1 of blessed are those, that see and are silent

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   61,429

   Chapters:

   12/20

   Comments:

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   Kudos:

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