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Near the tailend of her shift, Garcia finally got a moment to herself after slipping out of the elevator on the eighth floor, and she beelined for a spot near the locker room that she knew to get little foot traffic. The vibration of her pager rivaled the beating of her own heart and only in its absence did she realize how it had soundtracked her day.
She checked her phone: still no birthday wishes. That was to be expected, she reasoned. Most people are busy wrangling their families on this day, so there’s not much room for her to pass their minds. It’s not personal. There were, however, four missed calls from her mother, and a text shortly after:
Te olvidas de tus padres
The message was so classically her mother that she couldn’t help but laugh. No birthday wish or any sort of preamble, just a straight-up guilt trip: You forget about your parents.
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garcia has a birthday shift from hell and needs to fuck about it
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09 Jul 2026
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After the shift from hell — Langdon back, Robby leaving, the new attending already on her case — Trinity Santos is just trying to finish her beer in peace.
Then Baran Al-Hashimi walks into the bar alone, and Trinity Santos makes a series of increasingly questionable decisions she will definitely not be thinking about on Monday.
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Dr. Al-Hashimi spent all day telling Trinity what to do.
The night goes differently.
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24 Jun 2026
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“I barely remember what it’s like going down on a lady. Whitaker gets more ass than me lately,” Trinity whines. “And our walls are mad thin.”
A chorus of hoots and hollers is drowned out against Mel’s earplugs. She winces a little, but the distraction makes her feel safe enough to blurt out, “I’ve never had that happen to me before.”
An addition to the conversation between her colleagues at hand—her experience, or lack thereof lately, with sexual relationships. But Trinity makes a strangled sound from behind her glass, brows furrowed as she swallows her coughs down frantically. She resurfaces, wipes the stray liquid from her pink mouth. Her eyes swivel to Mel. They’re glossy in the bar lighting, face flushed from the alcohol.
“You’ve never been laid?”
Mel shakes her head. A simple curt gesture as her thick brows furrow. “No one has ever performed oral sex on me before.”
or, Trinity offers Mel a proposition. Mel can't say no. (It spirals from there).
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23 Jun 2026
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Trinity Santos thought she was safe with her crush on her attending because Baran’s straight… right?
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13 Jun 2026
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“Why are you with Dr. Garcia,” she asks quietly, “if she makes you feel like this?”
Santos lets out a bitter laugh. “I’m not with her. Not really.” A pause, then a shrug that feels like it costs her something. “I’m just a sex toy she uses when she’s bored.”
The words hang there, ugly and too honest.
Dr. Al Hashimi doesn’t flinch. “Why do you let her?”
Santos blinks, caught off guard. No one has ever asked her that.
“It’s what I deserve.”
“That’s not true.”
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13 Jun 2026