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At Presby. Won't be in for the next few shifts. Santos.
The text came at 5:17 AM as Baran was waiting for her uber. She frowned at her phone and hesitated for a few moments before shooting off a quick reply.
I hope everything is okay. Are you comfortable sharing what's going on, or would you prefer to keep it private?
She watched as 3 dots appeared and disappeared over and over for a minute or two before typing again.
Your health is a priority, Dr. Santos. Whatever is wrong - I just want to ensure you have proper support. Even if it's as simple as a regular check-in or information about leave, benefits and workplace accommodations.
It went through as she slipped into the back seat of her ride.
You know you're way nicer over text.
Baran smiled.
I've been told I can come off as a touch robotic in person at times.
No hesitation this time - Baran considered it a small win.
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The 20 minute trip from her home to PTMC passed with short texts back and forth - Baran feeling a bit more at ease with interacting with the prickly resident.
Maybe you could... idk come visit? Like... after work.
She nodded to the check-in desk in greeting - they were already working on hand-offs.
Consider it done. What floor and hours?
Trinity dropped a link into chat for Presbyterian and Baran's eyes locked onto inpatient and emergency psychiatric care.
I'll be there.
She made a mental note to tell Abbot she had a hard stop.
Not even gonna make it weird?
Baran couldnt stop the small smile.
Mental health isn't weird and I find the stigma around it rather dull. I'll be there. Shall I make jokes, or not yet? I am a millennial after all. Gallows humor is our forte.
Santos' reply was quick.
Bring all the jokes.
She secured her work bag in her locker.
I'll be sure to smuggle essence of redbull in.
It got a laughing emoji at least.
đ. They're confiscating my phone now. c u l8r đ
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At Presby. Won't be in for the next few shifts. Santos.
The text came at 5:17 AM as Baran was waiting for her uber. She frowned at her phone and hesitated for a few moments before shooting off a quick reply.
I hope everything is okay. Are you comfortable sharing what's going on, or would you prefer to keep it private?
She watched as 3 dots appeared and disappeared over and over for a minute or two before typing again.
Your health is a priority, Dr. Santos. Whatever is wrong - I just want to ensure you have proper support. Even if it's as simple as a regular check-in or information about leave, benefits and workplace accommodations.
It went through as she slipped into the back seat of her ride.
You know you're way nicer over text.
Baran smiled.
I've been told I can come off as a touch robotic in person at times.
No hesitation this time - Baran considered it a small win.
đ¤đť
The 20 minute trip from her home to PTMC passed with short texts back and forth - Baran feeling a bit more at ease with interacting with the prickly resident.
Maybe you could... idk come visit? Like... after work.
She nodded to the check-in desk in greeting - they were already working on hand-offs.
Consider it done. What floor and hours?
Trinity dropped a link into chat for Presbyterian and Baran's eyes locked onto inpatient and emergency psychiatric care.
I'll be there.
She made a mental note to tell Abbot she had a hard stop.
Not even gonna make it weird?
Baran couldnt stop the small smile.
Mental health isn't weird and I find the stigma around it rather dull. I'll be there. Shall I make jokes, or not yet? I am a millennial after all. Gallows humor is our forte.
Santos' reply was quick.
Bring all the jokes.
She secured her work bag in her locker.
I'll be sure to smuggle essence of redbull in.
It got a laughing emoji at least.
đ. They're confiscating my phone now. c u l8r đ
comphet baran al-hashimi. comphet baran al-hashimiiiiii
i think baran is very used to flirting with men and can do it really well. sheâs a very competitive flirt, with men. she will rib and poke and tease, appeal to menâs egos but roll over at the last minute. men are terrible flirts, she thinks. they donât know how to leave anything to the imagination.
oh, yeah? and what would you do if i was?
she rolls her eyes. flirting is an art, and men are so unsubtle.
baran al-hashimi also has many close friendships with women. she struggles to fit in with groups, but has lots of strong individual friendships. sheâs very touchy with them, will have their feet on her lap while they drink wine on the couch or will tuck a strand of hair behind their ears when thereâs hair in their face. she loves her friends. she feels deeply for them. she also feels lonely, a lot.
this is why itâs so confusing when, after a long shift, trinity santos asks if she can kiss her.
theyâre at a bar just across from the hospital, and everyone else from their shift has gone home while theyâve been talking. and maybe baran and trinity have chatted a few times while trinityâs had a smoke break and baran was out getting some air in the ambulance bay, but baran had never picked up any kind of flirtation from her. sheâd never even thoughtâ
trinity looks at her for a moment, tilting her beer from side to side, and smiles to herself. never mind, she says. donât worry about it.
oh, baran responds, because she doesnât know what to say. iâm sorry. you just caught me off guard, a little.
she must have flushed down to her chest, because trinity takes in the look on her face, and smiles again, a little like a smirk.
no, trinity says. my bad. i think i misread this.
she looks down to baranâs hand, which is placed onto her knee. baran withdraws it, humiliated.
oh, she says, feeling stupid.
why donât we just forget about it? trinity replies, throwing her a lifeline. clock in tomorrow like nothing happened.
baran looks at trinityâs face, at the line of her jaw. at her completely easy posture, not having shifted one inch even after technically being rejected. trinityâs a lesbian, she thinks. obvious, in hindsight.
i, um. she starts, uncharacteristically nervous.
baran, i hope i didnât make you uncomfortable. the posture doesnât change, but trinityâs head tilts a little in concern. the r in baranâs name rolls off her tongue, easy, and baran blushes deeper.
itâs not that. no, she says. i just, um. it didnât occur to me thatâ
sheâs fucking this up. she takes a breath.
iâve never been flirted with by a woman before. sheâs proud of how even her voice is, at the little smile she pushes out through closed lips.
trinity smiles again in response, this time with her teeth. oh yeah? she says. proud to be your first.
oh. thatâs definitely flirting. baran begins to re-evaluate their last few interactions.
oh yeah? in the ambulance bay. and in your professional opinion, what is the best way to do a blind finger-bougie crike, dr al-hashimi?
better you than me, dr al-hashimi.
you have a son? but arenât you like, thirty-five?
the words themselves are innocuous, but combined with the way trinity lowers her voice, crosses her arms, juts her chin out a littleâŚ.
oh.
baran leans forward over the bar, touches trinityâs forearm gently with her fingertips. trinity looks at the hand carefully, and then back at her face. baran looks at her lips. she wonders.
could you ask me that question again? she requests. in two weeks, when i leave?
(tbh idk if theres much to tw besides depression and the usual death of an oc when it comes to Trinity. Its kinda every pairing? you'll see what I mean lmao)
In the back of Trinity's closet hides a sweatshirt that only sees the light of day on her bad days.
Its an odd grey color that has been washed so many times it could pass as white. Its definitely seen better days, the logo at the front has long been scratched out by the wash. DANIELS is written in bold lettering on the back, as the sweatshirt had never been hers, but her best friend Katieâs.
Itâs Trinityâs most prized possession, but it only makes an appearance on bad days. Sheâd stolen it from her bedroom after the funeral. Katieâs parents were absolutely heartbroken after the fact, and worst of all they had a hard time looking at Trinity after sheâd found her.
But they didnât stop her when she excused herself from the crowd to cry alone in Katieâs bedroom. And they said nothing when they saw the folded fabric in her hands. Trinity had just as much a right to it as they did.
Years ago Trinity would bury her face in the collar and cry at the left over scent of her best friend. Its has long since faded, but she swears if she closes her eyes and concentrates she can still recall it.
To Trinity, the sweatshirt is like a shield from the outside world.
Those who know and love Trinity, the ones who get to see the girl hiding behind the prickly spikes, its a little like a batman beacon in the sky.
They know its going to be extra hard for her today. So they make sure to take it easy on her, whether thats at work or at home. They call out for her for work, they help distract her from her loud and overwhelming thoughts, they cook her favorite meals and let her have full control over the TV without complain.
True to form, Trinity doesn't want to talk about it most of the time. She hardly ever even says thank you because she just doesn't have the energy. But she knows they know, and thats enough.
cw for trinity's backstory, so alluded to csa although absolutely no direct mention of it whatsoever
trinity surprises herself by how willing she is to share the parts about her past that hurt her the most once yolanda and baran know even the basics. how her best friend's name rolls off her tongue easily the more she says it, no longer stabs into her throat on its way up anymore
and whilst yolanda is good at the practical stuff, makes trinity tea when she's sniffling quietly as she talks about things, or is more than happy to do the 14 hour round trip to see her best friend at the drop of the hat.
baran excels with the emotional labour of all of trinity's shit. she just gets her, gets when she needs pushing to keep talking, when she needs to not say anymore, isnt discouraged when she does get prickly, gets mean because something raw is stinging and she doesn't know what else to do with the pain other than direct it out
it makes the decision simpler, albeit no easier, when she's scrolling thorugh her personal email, lazing on the sofa as yolanda cooks her and baran dinner, to tell them about the email sat buried under a mountain of marketing emails begging for her attention. a few days old from where she last had the energy to scroll through her inbox
she considers sitting on the news for a while, or forever, it doesn't require her to do anything anyway
but her knee is bouncing so hard under the dinner table when they all sit down and she ends up spilling her glass of wine as she reaches for it. and she knows baran and yolanda can tell something is up.
so in the end, still chewing on her latest bite of dinner she shimmies her phone out of her pocket and opens up the email, slides it across to baran first and goes back to moving the food around her plate
she tracks baran out of the corner of her eye as she keeps her head down, passing the phone to yolanda, and the way yolanda goes very, very still as she reads
trinity pushes a piece of roasted pepper across her plate, the scrape of her fork too loud. she wants to fill the quiet with something, but her throat has locked up again, the old familiar knot tightening again
and then yolanda, ever practical yolanda starts speaking, rambling, nervous and anxious and scared for trinity in a way she tries to hide, what can we do? surely there has to be, i don't know a liasion officer we can speak to, someone to actually explain this to you, something better than a fucking email telling you he's out and free
yola, take a breath, baran tells her quietly, firmly, hand reaching out palm up towards the surgeon who takes it, squeezes it, flashes an apologetic look towards trinity
trinity who still is mostly consumed by the swirling fucking mess of emotions that has come with this news, but isn't, much to her surprise, teetering on the edge of anything dangerous right now
do you want to talk about it or do you want to not talk about it? baran asks her and trinity doesn't know the answer to that question at all, but something about the choice of it laid out so easily in front of her loosens the mass in her throat enough to speak
i donât know what there is to say, trinity admits, picks up her wine glass, remembers itâs empty, remembers why, and sets it back down with a little more force than intended. itâs not like i have to do anything. theyâre required to tell me. thatâs all.
thatâs not all, yolanda says quietly. sheâs reined her inital anger in now, youâre allowed to be not okay about this
trinity laughs, a short hollow sound that surprises even her. i donât know what i am. i thought iâd feel more. or less. i donât know. all i can think right now is that i ruined your nice tablecloth
yolanda glances down at the wine stain spread across the linen, i hate this tablecloth. it was a gift from my aunt and iâve been looking for an excuse to throw it out
its such a transparent lie it makes trinity let out a strangled little laugh, eyes finally looking up for longer than a second to crinkle in yolanda's direction.
and yolanda grins back at her, as baran says, c'mon sofa time, we dont have to talk but i do want to hold you for a bit if that's okay and i cant do that here
and that's the end of the pushing, usually, before she started to try to be more open, baran would needle and dig for more information when trinity offered tidbits about her life. now she wiggles her fingers out towards trinity who takes the hand gladly, lets herself be tugged basically onto baran's lap on the sofa, two secure arms wrapping round her
she has her back to where they left yolanda at the table, but she can hear her other girlfriend moving about, cabinets opening and cutlery clinking together. and then she's dropping into the space the other side of baran, an egregiously large slice of cake in a bowl too.
and trinity's eyes light up just a little, the entire cake had been an impulse purchase a couple of days ago fuelled by her period starting early. yolanda, who tries her best to make sure trinity eats veggies now had refused to let her eat the cake in one sitting like she wanted to
now though she holds out a forkful to trinity who is happy to be fed from her place curled up against baran, she barely even pouts when baran steals a couple of bites herself
they're finishing the last of it when she says, quietly, you could google his name, now you know it, there's loads of news reports from when it happened. if you wanted to know, i dont think- im not sure i could ever talk about it
she isn't sure why she says it, something unreasonable inside her that gets frustrated that there's such a block when it comes to sharing this with her girlfriends. even though she knows they know the headlines of it, it still feels like she's hiding something from them.
but no matter how she tries she can't find the guts to tell them
do you want us to go looking? baran asks gently, one hand playing with trinity's hair as she does. if you want us to know but cant say it then we will, but we're not going to go looking if that's not something you want. its not going to change anything for us
and oh, a little lightbulb switches on in her brain, pieces connecting together suddenly. that no, she actually doesn't want them to ever have to deal with this part of her past, not in all it's ugliness, because it doesn't change what happened.
what she has been so fucking scared of this entire time was it changing how they see her instead, as if she's being unfaithful to them because how could they love her once they knew it all
trin, you don't owe us this baby, it's yours to decide what to do with, we just wanna be here with you yolanda tells her from her place resting against baran's shoulder
trinity nods mostly to herself, then no, i don't think i want you to go looking...just maybe, if anything more comes of this, i want you both there. i had to do it all alone the first time, and that fucking sucked. baran squeezes her impossibly closer
and the following day when trinity, a behaviour that could perhaps be classed as self sabotage, looks through the local news outlet of her hometown, sees a handful of articles writtena about her disgraced coach's early release for good behaviour
it hits her a bit harder then, that a few years was all her best friend's life was worth, that all her own suffering is equal to. and she cries then, big ugly sobs of grief and hurt and anger at it all. and its yolanda who finds her on their bathroom floor, she was supposed to be showering post shift but she hadn't quite managed that. and the surgeon doesn't complain as she sits on the cold tiles with her, a firm hand rubbing circles on her back until she's out of tears.
she's almost asleep that same night when she can hear the low murmur of baran's voice somewhere above her head from where she's squished between them
-just makes me so fucking angry yola, i just want to take it all away from her, a quiet sniffle and the shifting of the bodies either side of her, trinity can feel the way an arm drapes across her body, yolanda's presumably reaching for baran, i love you both so much
she blinks sleepily up at baran, can see a tear track down one of her cheeks, moves enough for the other two to know she's awake. it's okay, im okay, accidentally elbows yolanda in her efforts to reach for baran, breathes out a laugh as yolanda grumbles. shit happens, shit will continue to happen and we'll all still be okay because have you seen the guns on yolanda, she'll beat the shit out of anyone for us
there's something so absurd about the comment that makes baran snort despite the wetness in her eyes and yolanda gives an obliging flex of one of her arms that can only half be seen in the low light of the room
you, trinity santos, are an absolute marvel of a human being, baran tells her sincerely and yolanda hums her agreement against the back of her neck
and trinity believes her just enough to not fight the compliment. yawns widely and pulls at baran to get her to come closer, does the same to yolanda even though they all know she'll end up getting too warm and kicking them both in her sleep
just before she closes her eyes once more she asks, next time we all have a day off can we go to the cemetary, i think i'd like you to meet her
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Trinity smiled down at the 10-year-old they were working on. "Hey bud, can you tell me your name?"
"Sohrab." The boy sniffled as the doctors and nurses worked around him.
"Cool. I'm Dr. Santos. But you can call me Trinity. Do you remember what happened, Sohrab?"
"The big kids were shooting candle fireworks at each other and one hit my shirt. It really hurts." Tears flooded his big, brown eyes and Trinity offered up another reassuring smile.
"I know, buddy. But we're gonna fix you up. You got any breathing trouble? Does the inside of your mouth or nose hurt or feel funny?" He shook his head as the doors to the trauma room opened to reveal a very agitated Dr. Al-Hashimi.
"Maman!!!"
"Sohrab." She was at his side in an instant, whispering soothing words that only a mother could. "How bad?"
Trinity glanced up at Cassie who was busy examining the burns. "Most significant injury is over the left anterior chest and shoulder. Sensation intact throughout. No obvious fractures. No tenderness of the head or neck."
Baran nodded and brushed her fingers through Sohrab's messy curls. "I can't make you feel better or maman's big scary bosses will get very, very mad but everyone here is going to take good care of you, azizam. Especially Dr. Santos."
"Yeah bud, I'll even get you a pop if you're super awesome. I know, I know. Your mom is glaring. But doctors orders or something." She winked at the other doctor before resuming her work.
Dana poked her head in, "Dr. Al-Hashimi, the patientâs father is here..."
"MÄmÄn bÄyad bere bÄ bÄbÄ darbÄre-ye ahmagh budanesh harf bezane. Be harf-e Doktor Santos gush kon."
"MÄmÄn, barÄye dust-dokhtaret kheyli bache-ye khubi misham!" Everyone watched as the unflappable Baran Al-Hashimi blushed before pressing a kiss to her son's forehead and marching out to go speak with her ex-husband.
shabana azeez, sepideh moafi, supriya ganesh and taylor dearden talking about how discrimination like misogyny, racism and ableism shows up in the show, in robby, and the way plays into how people perceive their characters
Iâm thinking about late in life lesbian Baran talking to a friend about how she thinks she may be gay, and this friend trying to set Baran up with a lesbian she knows, just as a hookup, to let her try it out a bit.
And Baran is nervous and trying to decide on an outfit because what do you wear to a scheduled blind hookup and eventually the doorbell rings and she finds none other than her former resident Trinity Santos standing there casually with a backpack slung over one shoulder.
Itâs been over a year since Baran left her interim role and either of them have seen each other. Baran tries to form words but sheâs struggling and Trinity finally saves her with, âDo you want to just grab dinner and catch up instead?â
Baran takes a moment to compose herself before croaking out a âYes, please.â
They walk to a diner nearby thatâs one of Trinityâs favorites. Baran watches as all the waitresses know and dote on Trinity. She gets to see Trinity outside of the stress of the hospital for once, see her rapport with these prickly older ladies. They discuss their lives since Baran left PTMC, with Trinity telling her about the wildest cases theyâve had and asking her about her new job and her son.
I feel like Baran would actually love to hear the Pitt gossip. Like sheâs obviously very attentive and would want to know if she had correctly sussed out vibes between different members of her team. I think her curiosity would have her dying to hear the full drama that no one would have ever told her when she was their boss.
She spends the dinner getting used to the idea of Trinity being someone sheâs allowed to be attracted to as opposed to some off-limits R2. So when Trinity walks Baran back to her brownstone and offers to leave without telling anyone about the setup, Baran instead meets her with, âActually, I was going to see if you wanted to come inside?â
There was only one way Trinity was going to respond.
something something something yolanda not knowing that trinity has a decent grasp on spanish, that she studied the language in high school and for a few semesters of undergrad, because thatâs not something that ever really comes up over the course of their 10-month situationshipâthe only spanish yolanda really speaks around her is bits and pieces in bed anywayâand then trinity wakes up one morning to yolanda on the phone in the kitchen, voice hushed and admitting âcreo que me estoy enamorando de ellaâ (âi think that iâm falling in love with herâ)
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and if i say trinity santos who for the first time truly loves her sex life. she has 2 partners who respect her and listen to her and want her to feel good no matter how difficult she feels like sheâs being
but it wasnât always like that, or well she didnât realise it wasnt always supposed to be like that
early on when sometimes she just doesnât want to be touched. or she does. but she doesnât want sex. doesnât even want wandering hands, just wants the steady pressure of closeness.
and she feels guilty because she can feel baranâs mouth kissing down her neck, yolandaâs hands squeezing at her waist. and she knows she should put a stop to it, because this right now feels nice, but she doesnât want any more than this.
but she feels guilty, because she has two beautiful women fawning over her and she feels like she wants to crawl out of her skin. so she tries to withstand it, for as long as she can, goes as soft and pliant as she manage. until she canât do it anymore, pushes at them to get them away. says quietly, ashamed, iâm sorry, i donâtâŚiâm not feeling it, but you two can, i can just go hang out in the lounge
and she was expecting disappointment, maybe a bit of annoyance or irritation. after all sheâd basically led them onâŚ.
okay, do you want to cuddle instead or do you want to actually be alone? baran asks, eyes a little sad in the way that trinity eventually realises means that sheâs said or done something that exposes how warped her view of reality can be sometimes
what? because this doesnât make sense. yes she wants to be cuddled, even wants the way yolanda was gripping her waist gently to continue. that was wonderful until her brain caught up and realised what they thought the end goal should be. i donât want to have sex right now.
we heard you trin, and weâre telling you thatâs okay. weâre asking what you wanna do now, yolanda this time, a crinkle in her brow as she tries to puzzle trinityâs reaction out. and then devastatingly, itâs only fun if weâre all on the same wavelength
that punches the air out of her lungs in a way she doesnât want to acknowledge. because sheâs not stupid, really, she knows what consent is for fucks sake. she just isnât sure how to react to them taking it so well
goes out on a limb, meekly, can we cuddle? the closeness was nice, just notâŚanything more
baranâs shuffling towards her, letting trinity tentatively drag her to lay down properly so she can tuck her head into the crook of the attendingâs neck. when sheâs suitably comfy, waving an arm a little blindly towards yolanda until she shuffles up to cocoon her on the other side
iâm sorry for ruining the mood, she says quietly, half hoping neither of them hear it. can feel the way yolandaâs grip tenses just a fraction, baranâs chin knocking against her head as she shakes her own in denial.
telling us what you want isnât ruining anything, how youâre feeling is important, youâre important to us, baran tells her, a little stern, and trinity knows theyâll be revisiting this at a later date for sure
but at least right now she can feel the kiss yolanda presses to the back of her neck as she murmurs her agreement with baran against her skin. one of baranâs hands alternating playing with her hair hair and yolandaâs gently.
sheâs not much good yet at the whole open communication thing that baran seems so insistent upon, but sheâs trying and one day sheâll get there
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