LEAD RESIDENT.

[you have to be blind to not pick up the implications here]

“target  you,  what  –  why  would  i  waste  my  time  doing  that  on  my  first  day  in  the  er?  this  isn't  what  i  wanted  to  deal  with  …  i  had  an  obligation.”  trinity  whispered  harshly,  locking  eyes  with  her  colleague.  she  was  fuming,  every  particle  in  her  body  activated.  “i'm  wasn't  the  one  in  the  wrong,  dr.  langdon.  you  did  this  to  yourself.  someone  else  would've  found  out  eventually." 

not this again - their little whisper fights around each other was not something that he looked forward to almost daily. to say he was attempting to avoid the young woman at all costs was an understatement. « an obligation happens when you have evidence , and the story. you got a lucky guess in. not the same. » but even in his voice , the sting sits in the back of his throat , not quite pricing the words. because she's right. and young him would have done the exact same thing the only thing that keeps his voice from softening is the almost instinctive defensive reaction to the very visible anger in the younger student. « i was handling it on my terms. it would have been fine. »

❛ i flew here from chicago for a nursing conference and I end up in an emergency room. ❜ the woman shakes her head, unable to wrap her head around this. the same head that now required stitches from an unfortunate fall. she has been known to be a klutz at her worst, but this was just embarrassing. at least it wasn't her hospital. ❛ i know MRI's have magnets but in my case emergency departments do too, seems how I can't last a single freakin' day without being in one. days off don't count. ❜

leaning against the counter as small talk is illuminated by the bright hospital lights is honestly one of his favorite feelings , slow days ( while often the man's least favorite ) are often quite necessary... especially after an exhausting week prior. the stitches look like they're holding steady and will heal well --- santos , despite the fact he dislikes her at the moment , did a pretty decent job. eyes jump between her face ( listening ) , and verifying the last few things on her chart in his hand , to make sure that she's good to be discharged... it was just a few stitches after all... « oh trust me , you're not wrong , i don't think i've left a single shift on time in any hospital. it has to be a medical professional thing. » a small smile and wink , « but it's only ever the talented ones that these haunting lights seem to like so i'd say we're winning in at least one department. »

the   sounds   of    the   emergency   department   murmur   all   around   them   as   whitaker   stares   up   at   dr.   langdon.   his   notepad   is   still   in   his   hands   after   coming   from   one   of   the   rooms,   a   new   piece   of   information   scribbled   hastily   on   paper   so   that   he   can   memorize   it   later.   whitaker   has   only   known   langdon   for   a   few   hours   now   but   the   nurses   at   central   are   giving   him   the   side   eye   so   he   knows   something   is   off.   and   after   several   beats   of   silence   from   the   senior   resident,   he's   starting   to   regret   having   asked   despite   the   words   having   tumbled   out   of   his   mouth   before   he   had   time   to   think   who   he   was   talking   to.   ( apparently   you   could   take   the   boy   out   of   nebraska,   but   you   couldn't   take   the   nebraska   out   of   the   boy.   )   whitaker   is   ready   to   crack   under   the   senior   resident's   gaze   when   langdon speaks   up.   "   oh,   uh...   "   his    gaze   drops   to   the   stack   of   folders   on   the   counter,   clearly   not   expecting   this   to   be   the   issue.   "   maybe...maybe   one   of   the   nurses   have   it?   "   his   gaze   apologetically   shifts   to   one   of   the   other   nurses   at   the   desk   who   simply   glares   back   at   him.   or   maybe   not.   "   ...i   could   help   you   look   for   it?   "   he   offers   instead   as   he   (   finally   )   realizes   he's   still   holding   his   notepad   and   shoves   it   into   one   of   his   (   still   clean!   )   scrub   pockets   to   free   up   his   hands.

he has made a mistake. the realization of this settles in the doctors head as he watches the cogs turn in the intern's face , he has said something that means they now actually need to source the item he's pretended to misplace. though if reality were to turn the way he belives it will. everything should still work out. everything should be fine. just smile and keep going , a little nod. « that... would be great , » yes , lets look for the little lie that i've cooked up. a small gesture towards the pile of paperwork , giving the kid the win might be the best plan in this situation , distract with joy. « you can start there , i'll look in the cupboards. it's gotta be somewhere in here. » realistically , if he had actually misplaced this he would be screaming internally , but instead he finds himself covering up something that he doesn't even think that he needs to cover up for this particular individual but... one small mistake could snowball into a huge issue down the line so it would be better to be safe than sorry. should have just locked in , the thought whistles int he back of his head like some sort of annoying reminder. maybe if he would stop making silly mistakes he would be fine. fingers trace over the counter as he tries to waste a little bit of time giving the kid time to find the chart at the bottom of the pile. « so how's your shift goin' so far ? » small talk was always good right ? even if he himself hated it most of the time.

#she can play favorites too

THE PITT -> Similarities between Dr. Trinity Santos and Dr. Frank Langdon

“i  get  it.  putting  the  blame  on  me  is  the  easy  way  out.  at  least  be  man  enough  to  admit  it  to  yourself."

❝  oh,  i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you.  how am i doing so far?  ❞

THE PITT 1.06 • 12:00 P.M.