carry on, carry on

Trinity doesn’t usually stare at other women, especially not her colleagues, but one shift, the light catches on the chain just as Cassie is giving her feedback on their last patient, and then she can’t stop looking at it. Baran and Yolanda notice, of course they do.

The three barely make it to their bedroom, a trail of clothes from the front door left behind; Baran will have to remember to pick those up in the morning before Aftab is dropped off by his dad.

Cassie looked really pretty today, didn’t she mi vida? Yolanda’s sitting behind Trinity, lips barely pressed to her neck as her hands play with her breasts, and with Baran nibbling on her inner thighs, Trinity is unable to let out more than a confused whimper.

Just loved staring at her neck all shift didn’t you, joonam? Baran’s higher now, straddling her thighs, mouth millimetres away from her ear, as one hand reaches towards her hair. Did you wanna kiss it? There's a gentle press of lips on her neck from the other side. Lick it? Yolanda tongue darts out to lick up to the underside of her jaw. Bite it? Both of them simultaneously move to leave symmetrical marks on her neck, the kind that she will surely need to cover with a high neck undershirt tomorrow, but she really doesn’t care about that right now, because whatever is happening is so worth the consequences she’ll face tomorrow.

A sharp pull at her hair brings her back, we didn’t get an answer. And she does try to answer, to tell them that it wasn’t Cassie at all, but there's two fingers rubbing her clit while another two plunge into her cunt, and the only comprehensible word she can say in between the moans and whimpers is chain.

Yolanda pulls out at that, her wet fingers leaving a trail up before they start to roll and twist her nipple, all this just because you wanted some jewellery?

Baran’s son who is afraid of needles getting injured and needing to come to the Pitt for some stitches. We know that Trinity is the child whisperer so she takes care of him (pretend the rules about taking care of family doesn’t exist lol)

- @rosewoodlibrary

Trinity’s supposed to be concentrating at work.

Supposed to be.

The younger doctor has been gone for the better part of an hour when she finally comes back to the ED, one hand on Omid’s shoulder as she directs him towards the staff room.

They make it as far as the lockers when Baran spots them.

“That took you a while.” She says, standing before them with her hands on her hips. “I didn’t realise you were an orthopaedic practitioner, Dr Santos.”

Trinity’s ears go a little red but Omid’s already wriggling to try and take the sling off and show off his cast. He might not have been good at karate, but he was good at getting them out of trouble.

“Maman! Maman, look! Trinity’s really good at drawing!”

For a boy with a broken wrist, he gets the sling off without much pain and shows his mother the pale white cast enthusiastically. True to his word, the cast is littered with strangely well-drawn doodles of Superman and Spiderman, comic panels that Baran can tell have been drawn from memory.

They’d been frantically coloured in by a non-dominant hand.

Baran smiles. “And whose idea was this?”

Trinity bites the inside of her cheek. “Mine.” She admits. “Figured the little guy needed some help on being brave. It was a pretty nasty break, huh?”

He nods furiously. “Hurt.”

“Well,” Baran crouches down and gently tucks Omid’s injured arm back into his sling. “I’m glad you’ve got some company. Did Trinity help you?”

He nods again. “She made me brave.”

Trinity squeezes his shoulder. “You’re always brave, buddy. I would’ve cried if that had happened to my wrist too.”

“Really?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Thank you.” Baran says straightening up again. She knows she should be cross, should be reprimanding her resident for abandoning her patients to go and do a nurse’s job, but with Omid tucking himself back into Trinity’s side and her arm casually going around his shoulders, she can’t help but smile. “I’ll see you later?”

“Of course, baby.”

“Don’t forget to do your job, Dr Santos.”

of course anon (I don’t think anybody has ever said they heart me before, that’s nice ❤️)

tw: ptsd, panic attacks