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Maybe things had changed. Perhaps watching Inej take the butt of a gun to the chest had rattled something in him. But she would not cling to that notion for any longer than she had to. She could not.
“You know I’ll follow you.” Inej spoke, voice barely above a whisper, “And I don’t think you could shake Jesper if you wanted to.”
Or, these three follow the Mississippi north towards freedom and certain doom.
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Yolanda Garcia would like to state, for the record, that she tries not to pay special attention to Dr. Santos at work.
None of this distracted from the fact that Santos looked like complete and utter shit.
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12 May 2026
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“So–” Dennis starts, and Trinity honestly isn’t sure how she’s going to explain this one.
“I know it’s weird,” she says, gripping the steering wheel.
“I mean, it’s not that weird,” Dennis placates.
“He’s kind of a trainwreck,” Trinity defends, and then feels some type of way about the fact that she’s defending Langdon.
Dennis doesn’t disagree.
She promises him, “It’s only temporary.”
(Langdon's wife kicks him out. Trinity offers up her couch. She ends up learning a few things about her sworn enemy in the process.)
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10 May 2026
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A month after a brutal Fourth of July shift and a quiet fallout with Garcia, Trinity Santos does what she does best, throws herself into work and tries not to think about anything else.
Then a burn patient with dark red hair and an easy smile walks into her ER.
At first, the flirting feels harmless. The chance encounters feel like coincidence.
The problem is… she keeps showing up.
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"If Trinity was going to assess her life it would go as follows: one pan, one fork, dust. Then: Ibuprofen, NyQuil, Sleep-Aid, Sleep-Gels, Melatonin. Stained glass reflection on her thread-bare carpet in synthetic blues. Hail Mary."
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Trinity gets better, gets worse.
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Trinity stumbled towards the bathroom, her joints popping and creaking. She tripped over a thrash bag that Whitaker was supposed to grab on his way out in the morning, barely regained her balance, closed and locked the door, then finally, finally dropped down beside the toilet, throwing up everything she had in her stomach.
She groaned. Redbulls were pricy as fuck.Trinity breaks down after an particularly unlucky day at the Pitt.
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03 Apr 2026