Adrift, forty and now homeless of her own choice, she ends up taking up Trinity's offer of a place to crash for a few days/weeks while she finalises an apartment. She'd imagined reliving an errant youth she's not really had, crashing on the couch politely for a day or two, until she at least sorted a nice hotel, but she's surprised when Trinity gives up her own bedroom.

'It was a good excuse to deep clean,' she shrugs, ears pink. 'Not that it was like, awful before, just-'

'I was a resident too, Trinity, trust me, I know what you mean.'

Dennis is in the process of moving out himself, and if Baran is still there in a few weeks, Trinity figures she could move in there temporarily, save Baran more upheaval.

Of course while Trinity is the one sleeping on the couch with all her things in her room, they have to navigate Trinity needing her own things, sometimes half-asleep and forgetting to knock, Baran gently telling her it's okay if she comes in to her own room, and then of course the inevitable 'accidentally walking in on your very attractive boss turned temporary roommate turned friend and being gay over seeing her shoulders'.

And then Dennis is gone and it is just the two of them but somewhere along the way Baran had said the couch was clearly killing her back, they could share, and Baran hasn't booked an apartment viewing in weeks, and neither can imagine not waking up with the other's hair tickling her nose, Baran's tank tops mixing with Trinity's muscle tees in the limited storage space.

"What in the world?" Baran asked as she let herself into the apartment - the lights were off in the hallway, Trinity always left them on when Baran was expected home late.

There was a soft glow coming from the living room at the end of the hall so Baran made quick work of her shoes and headed onwards. She came to a full stop where linoleum met carpet.

Small lights lined the edges of the ceiling, throwing the room in a glow of color. In the center of the room? Her girlfriend with the dorkiest smile in existence. "You said you never really got the whole… college… resident apartment living experience. Lights on the ceiling are essential." Trinity motioned for her to come forward, "now normally this would involve some kinda Taco Bell situation but I figured in this era of questionable produce sourcing I would make our own Taco Bell. Thetr would be alcohol and pot too but alcohol isn't exactly great with your meds and we gotta random drug test coming up soon. Don't ask how I know. So! I splurged and got us some of that Welch's bubbly celebration juice."

"You did all of this because I mentioned I never did this in college? Or my residency?"

A grin started to form on Trinity's lips, "obviously! And I've also got it narrowed down to 3 shows for you to pick from this evening. Master Chef Junior - wholesome. Kids competing with cooking. Ru Paul's Drag Race - self explanatory. Or Ice Road Truckers… also self explanatory."

Baran wanted to kiss her.

bosh let’s fucking go anon

white winter hymnal - fleet foxes🎄

Voicemail

September 6, 6:39 AM

“Hey. It’s Samira. I got your voicemail, obviously.”

“I just wanted to say thank you for calling and checking in on me after yesterday. I think I really needed that.”

“I’m trying not to think about it, but it’s hard not to. I know you’re going to tell me I did everything I could. You’re probably right. There were a lot of people we were able to save. Still, it just really fucking sucks.”

“Anyway… thank you. Really. I might take you up on the whole talking thing.”

“I guess I’ll see you during shift change.”

July 8, 8:18 PM

“Hi, I got your recommendation letter.”

“I’ve read it twice now, which is probably embarrassing to admit, but… you wrote some really nice things about me.”

“I tend to doubt myself a lot. I know I’m good at what I do. Or, at least, I’m getting there. But there are still plenty of days where I question my abilities.”

“I guess I just wanted to say thank you. Not just for writing it, but for believing in me.”

“It meant a lot. More than I can probably explain without making this even more awkward.”

“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”

February 20, 9:42 PM

“I know it’s late. I just got home.”

“I went out with Cassie on a double date tonight. It was her idea. The guy was nice. He was funny too, but I just… don’t think it’s going to go anywhere.”

“I think Cassie was hoping it would. She seems to think I need to get laid.”

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. That was so inappropriate. I’m sorry.”

“Um… the date was fine. I just kept thinking I’d rather be somewhere else, which probably tells me everything I need to know.”

“Okay, that’s enough about my extremely uninteresting love life.”

“I got the article you sent me, by the way. I’m going to read it now. I have my pen and my highlighter ready. I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Goodnight, Jack.”

June 21, 9:04 AM

“I got the attending position at Presby!”

“I honestly can’t believe it. I’ve been staring at the email for the last five minutes because I keep thinking there has to be some kind of mistake."

“I should probably be calling my Amma right now. But… I don’t know. It just felt right to call you first.”

“I really don’t think I’d be here without all of your support. I just wanted you to be one of the first people to hear the news.”

“Okay. I’m going to call my Amma now. Bye.”

August 3, 7:24 PM

“I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee sometime.”

“We could talk about that article I sent you the other week, or we don’t even have to talk about medicine. We could just catch up.”

“I’d like to hear how things are at PTMC. I miss everyone.”

“I know it has only been a few months since I left, but it’s weird not being there. I guess I miss it more than I thought I would. Don’t get me wrong, I love Presby. Everyone there is amazing, but it’s just different.”

“And I think I miss talking to you.”

“Not that we don’t still talk. I just mean… actually talking. In person.”

“It would be nice to see you. I know finding time is hard with our opposite schedules, but if you’re free sometime, let me know.”

“I started going to this coffee shop that’s a block from the hospital and it has the best matcha. They also have really good pastries too. I think you’d like it.”

“Just let me know. No pressure.”

October 25, 7:08 AM

“I was hoping to sleep in since I’m actually off today, but apparently my body has decided that five-thirty in the morning is a perfectly reasonable time to start the day.”

“The bed is very lonely without you, just so you know.”

“Also, if you’re stopping for coffee on the way home, can you please get me a strawberry matcha?”

“I really want to go to the farmers market today, too. I’ve been meaning to go for weeks, and today is actually perfect because neither of us has anywhere we have to be.”

“We should definitely stop somewhere for breakfast too.”

“And maybe we can come home and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.”

“Okay. I’ll see you when you get home. Hurry up, though.”

so then samira gets home and she’s comparable to patient zero of a zombie outbreak, a heavy feeling in her chest spreading through her bones. Emery gets up to meet her at the door and is surprised to see her this tired after a shift, usually being the more energetic of the two end of shift. She slides a hand around her waist to steady her as she takes her shoes off, not bothering to see where they land around the shoe rack.

bad shift? she whispers, keeping her voice low for the girl in her arms. almost immediately she turns to look at her, a pained expression in her eyes before burying her head in the crook of emery’s neck and exhaling. her breath is long and shaky, which tugs at Emerys heart a little more than she would hope. You’re good, mira. it’s okay.

and after a tight hug that felt like it had lasted for hours, emery pulls her face away to cup her cheek and smile and samira’s wet eyes. Do you wanna talk about it? she questions, tracing small circles on her back. Samira shakes her head, which emery obliges to and pecks her lips softly, slowly.

Samira thought the idea was stupid. But, curiosity as to what Emery might say or do won over what was or wasn't stupid. It started small, with Samira making a few comments under her breath, sticking to the limited tamil Emery understood, and glancing at her girlfriend to see if the surgeon understood.

When she receives no response, she decides to up her game.

The next trauma she's on, Emery is the responding surgeon, watching as the team stabilizes the patient enough to be taken up. Just as they're wrapping up, Samira crosses over, addressing Robby while she grabs Emery by the waist to move her instead of nudging past her as she might normally do.

And just for an extra touch, she squeezes firmly enough so it is not misunderstood.

Samira doesn't see it, but Emery's eyes go incredulously wide at the motion.

The R4 is starting to think that maybe she and Emery just aren't made for this sort of game, on her way to grab a coffee during what very few grasps of a break they get, when she's grabbed around the waist and pulled into the locker area.

She's just about to snap at whoever it is when Emery's hand is suddenly over her mouth. Immediately, she adopts as smug of a look as she can manage.

"What has gotten into you?" Emery hisses. "I'm already working a damn double, and you're- you're-"

Samira guides her girlfriend's hand away from her mouth. "I'm... what? Doing my job?" She bats her eyelashes, and she genuinely thinks Emery's head almost explodes.

"I thought we said we were keeping work and home separate?"

"I'm not the one pinning my girlfriend against a locker."

Emery stares at Samira for a long second, and she almost thinks the surgeon might just walk away.

But then her mouth is on hers, biting more than she really is kissing. She quickly works down Samira's neck, a hand already pushing the top of her scrubs up, pawing at her chest.

Samira feels some mix of panic and pleasure form, fighting to keep her eyes open, to look out for someone approaching.

Emery huffs. "What, you can play games and I can't?" She's managed to pull the shoulder off of Samira's scrubs, teeth latching into delicate skin. Samira stifles a whine and squirms.

"Ok, ok, I get it, 'm sorry-" She says in a rush of air. "I won't do it again. Please, Emery-"

"I've got half a mind to keep you here 'til someone shows up. You wanna act out? Let them see you, baby."

Samira whimpers and finally nudges Emery's head back, her girlfriend relenting with a shit-eating grin.

"We'll handle this later," the surgeon says, pecking Samira on the cheek. "Get yourself together, you've got three hours left."

Samira watches Emery go, hastily adjusting her scrubs. When she thinks herself composed enough, she turns and sees none other than Trinity and Victoria with matching baffled expressions. She plays off her flustered state, shrugging innocently at them.

I am so fucking screwed.

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hi friends, this is a lil' follow-up to one of my previous posts. i'm quite new to writing stuff like this, so bear with me. practice makes perfect, right. also my cat fell asleep on me while i was writing this. she seems to show up when i'm in the midst of yurifying the masses. like a harbinger of lesbianism.

I offer - The Pitt, Private School Edition

"Soooooooo, do we like the new temp?" Trinity asked as she flopped into a chair next to Dennis who reached over and grabbed a red bull from the fridge next to him before sliding it over to his best friend.

Mel opened her packed lunch, methodically emptying the contents out in front of her. "She's nice, very process oriented which I like."

"Fair…" Mel was charged with teaching the more tech-oriented kids programming. She was all for process and order.

Trinity honestly just missed Princess - her friend's pregnancy had taken a bit of a turn and she had needed to step away sooner rather than later.

Bed rest? Non-negotiable. But… at least their school had a fully loaded benefits package courtesy of the very rich parents sending their spawn here.

And so Baran Al-Hashimi - PhD and Stanford alum - had been called in as a personal favor to Dean Underwood. She was taking over the entire language department temporarily (consisting of 3 teachers now, if you didn't include Princess) and had distributed some kind of packet to the students. Trinity had seen it briefly in the halls and heard her students talking about it before they settled in for their humanities class. She'd been quite proud of that one - they'd covered Dred Scott v. Sandford since she knew Samira was covering the Civil War in history.

"One of my kids said she was teaching them an alphabet system with a song and most of the kids have it stuck in their head now."

"Good afternoon." Everyone's head turned towards the door and Trinity's mouth opened before she could stop herself.

"Waiting room is slammed already. S'kinda weird that we get all those people in at exactly twenty after the hour," Langdon says one morning.

There's a rhythm to the ER, everyone learns eventually. Some of it is obvious: fireworks and drownings in the summer, frostbite in the winter. Even daily — the seniors in the mornings — there's a beat to it all, a pulse of its own.

"One of the great mysteries of our time," Dana mutters. It's not that he's wrong; he isn't. But she's nearly out of beds already, short a nurse today, and not all that interested in the whiz kid's morning musings.

Langdon raises his hands. "Hey, just thinking out loud."

Abbot walks up to the central workstation, leaning onto one forearm as he eyes the full — still full, always full — board with a sigh. "It's because of the bus schedule."

"Ah, and there's another mystery: why on earth are you still here?" Dana says. "Unless you're ‘bout to tell me Robby's got a twin, he's been here for half an hour."

"Wrapping stuff up," Abbot replies, not bothering to look over. He knows the face she's making already: the raised eyebrows, hint of a smirk.

Langdon glances at his watch again. "The bus schedule?" 

"The 16 runs up from downtown every 15 minutes on the hour, but in the winter it's slow."

"How do you know the bus schedule by heart?" Langdon asks. "I've seen your car in the garage. I park right by you."

"I'm a man of the people."

Dana barks out a laugh. "Do you two not have anything better to be doing? Langdon, do your job. And Abbot, go home."

Only one of them listens. Abbot remains by the workstation, eyeing the names on the screen in front of him.

"Never ends, does it?" he murmurs.

"No, but your shift does. Did. Jesus, man, get some sleep."

There's a flurry of sound then, but the noise is soft. Not a trauma, not an alarm, just muttering. 

"I swear— That bus—" Mohan mutters, dropping her bag unceremoniously down onto the floor by her station. It's right then that Robby steps by. Dana feels for the girl.

"Nice of you to join us, Mohan."

She sighs, wiping stray snowflakes off her face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Car accident closed down Liberty, and the bus was super delayed."

"Grab a patient and get started then."

Dana doesn't care about any of this. She watches Abbot: the way his gaze flickers between Mohan and Robby, the way his shoulders are ever-so-slightly tense, like he's ready to argue.

It's only when they're both gone that he leans back, lets his gaze flick toward the door, relaxes his shoulders.

"Man of the people," Dana sing-songs.

All I Need (The Pitt/Mohabbot fanart) by @crimsoncold

Look at this face, I know the years are showing

Look at this life, I still don't know where it's going

...Look at these dreams, so beaten and so battered

I don't know much but I know I love you And that may be all I need to know

“Had I known that Abbot and Mohan had… at least a couple of years of history together, I might’ve changed how I sat there.”

bench scene 2.0 for mohabbot monday

Happy mohabbot Monday oomfies