I just can’t stop thinking about Trinity Santos. The way she invited a strange man into her house despite being intimately familiar and aware of the dangers that can bring. The way she was exhausted and behind and charting and so, so stressed but she sat in the room with Whitaker and Louie and listened to him talk. The way she didn’t report Langdon to the state medical board. The way she tried so hard to get Garcia to spend the night with her. The way she stole the scalpel. The way she opened up to Whitaker despite her reluctance. The way she was falling asleep at her desk but still invited Mel to karaoke, insisted on it, and invited Becca without hesitation. Something something “there isn’t a day that I don’t regret not being able to stop my friend [from committing suicide] but there also isn’t a day that I’m not grateful I didn’t do the same.” Oh Trinity Santos they could never make me hate you





















