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SILENCEDRAGE ; an independent and highly selective multimuse roleplay blog featuring canon and original characters. written by arrow/30+. mutually exclusive and private ; duplicate friendly and extremely slow. will contain nsfw and triggering content and other mature themes // must be 21+ to interact and follow.
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@silencedrage sent ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ - from garcia
"it won't," trinity huffs, jaw tense, words worse. she feels like someone's holding her off a ledge, has felt that way since four minutes ago when yolanda--of all people--clocked a thin line of blood seeping through her scrub pants. she was better than this, always better at taking care of it, hiding it, making sure--she's a fucking doctor for god's sake--but everything had felt so insane, so unstable and relentless and exhausting, it's not surprising she'd let something like this fall through the cracks as well. and now she was sitting in a quiet exam room with yolanda insistent on patching her up, desperate to crawl out of her own skin and stop existing. "every fantasy i have about you taking my pants off at work is hotter than this," she deadpans, not even acknowledging the weakness in that as well.
In another circumstance, Yolanda might have been amused at how petulant Trinity was being in this moment, but even she couldn't find the humor in this. Her only response to Trinity's joke was to slide her eyes to meet her gaze briefly before refocusing on the cut that had opened up along her upper thigh. She carefully swiped the alcohol pad along the injury, clearing away the blood that has started to dry on her skin.
It wasn't the first time she had seen Trinity's scars, though this one was obviously much newer. It never seemed like a topic that the other woman wanted to talk about so Yolanda didn't push until there was a reason to. This was a reason. Yet she could hardly broach the subject in the middle of a busy hospital while they were on shift. "That implies you have multiple fantasies in which I'm taking off your pants," Yolanda replied finally, doing her best to keep her voice dry and steady. "Are they all for sex or am I ever doing anything else?"
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ARROW ON MY DASH I DO A HAPPY DANCE
lmao happy to be here, i'll be back in three weeks for my next bout of activity 🫡
When Trinity was sixteen her mother had asked if she kissed girls on purpose to shock them and make trouble. And later when she'd seen her tattoos she'd made an offhand comment about Trinity ruining her body just to upset her. Her father was always shouting but her mother was always needling and the take away from both was always something like why would you do this to us? She'd never gotten their approval before, but she'd chased it. She'd chased the occasional Trinity scored high at her meet today until it felt awful. And when she finally lost that approval, she'd replaced the need for it with the reverse, doing whatever she could to chase the exact opposite of their approval to fill the void left behind. At only sixteen, Trinity had decided that if she was going to let people down, she was going to do it with fucking gusto. she was an overachiever, if nothing else.
It had made her work environment feel almost like home. Hostile and affectionate. The delicate balance between approval and disappointment. And Yolanda fit into that well. The first time she'd told Trinity she was trouble, it had been something like an insult. But Trinity had been curious enough to decide it could be a compliment. This time, it's the reverse. It feels like a compliment, but she's so confused she wants Yolanda to take it back. "I'm not trying to be," she answers, blinking down toward the floor before she can accidentally claim the words she'd just said. She forces her eyes back to Yolanda's, forces a careless shrug to go with them. "Tonight? Uh--yeah. Yeah if you want."
It was back to being casual, or as close to it as Yolanda could force, but there was still a tension hovering over them. She imagined that might be there for a while. A part of her wanted Trinity to throw her offer back in her face. She would have hated every second of it, but it would have been better than the way the younger doctor agreed so easily. 'If you want.' Yolanda wouldn't have made the offer if she didn't want that, but she also hoped Trinity wanted that too. The framing of her words spoke volumes in a way that Yolanda didn't even begin to know where to address. "Cool, I'll swing by once I'm off shift."
The phone in her pocket buzzed, undoubtedly calling her to the next urgent patient who needed a trauma consult, and for the first time in Yolanda's career, she ignored it for a moment. "Hey." The words stuck in her throat. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was an asshole. She said none of those things and instead cleared her throat. "You didn't do anything wrong." After a pause, she nodded at the door. "You should get back before Oglivie says something that gets HR called on him."
There was something going on with Yolanda. That much was clear almost the second they'd walked into the room. It wasn't her usual frustration and it wasn't even subtle enough that Trinity felt like she was gleaning something she shouldn't, over analyzing, being paranoid. Everything about Garcia's body language and tone screamed something was bothering her. It lacked all of her usual emphasis on casual and filled the air with something thicker, something Trinity didn't quite understand yet.
I'm not upset with you.... you. Still, all Trinity managed was a few blinks, like her senses were trying to sus out the safety of the questions. And in that search, she found Garcia's eyes. Focused. Determined. That safety again. "He was .. stealing shit," Trinity gestures with one hand, elbow rested on the other folded over her chest. "I noticed when it fucked up one of our procedures. But he kept saying I must have gotten something wrong. I pushed--maybe I shouldn't have. I got... suspicious. I started poking. And he got mad. He spent the day calling me an idiot. I don't know if he was hoping it'd shut me up or make Robby not believe me but it didn't--it was all kind of messy. I get it. And it's done. And he's back. And I promised Doctor Robby I wouldn't bring up the stealing thing. But he's back. And it's my fault he got caught or whatever."
The halting words confirmed what Yolanda had already been told, and once again, the sting of being wrong punched her in the chest. For Yolanda, that day last year had just been another shift. Each one in the ED brought its own challenges, and while some were harder than others, they all eventually faded. Clearly, that was not the case for Santos, for reasons she was beginning to understand.
When Trinity had first tried to talk to Yolanda about what happened, she hadn't wanted to believe it. In the hundreds of hours they'd spent working together, she had never once seen Langdon intoxicated while on the clock. He was a good doctor, a decent friend, and she'd known Trinity for less than a day. "It's his fault he got caught." Looking at the situation now with a new lens was uncomfortable to say the least. She wanted to ask why Trinity had never talked about this part, but why would she when Yolanda made it very obvious she wasn't interested in getting involved?
It didn't surprise her that Robby didn't report Langdon to the board, and frankly Yolanda wasn't interested in that either. But as much as she liked Frank, she couldn't ignore that he was getting the benefit of the doubt that most people wouldn't be afforded in the same situation. She nodded once, a sharp jerk of her head, and gave a humorless chuckle. "You're trouble," she said, but there was an exasperated fondness in her words. "You coming over later?"
There had been a brief moment in her time at PTMC that Yolanda Garcia had felt like a safety. A little net. A bit of encouragement. An ally in a world so many people could easily prove to be enemies. Some days she was still that. Some moments. But the dynamic between them had done nothing to help the instability Trinity often felt, and as soon as she'd gotten in past getting her feet wet--which was of course relatively quickly--Garcia had gone from a safety to a danger. The good kind at first, then the bad kind. And that fluctuated still based on the day.
Trinity tried not to seem confused or afraid or alarmed by the tension on Yolanda's face. It wasn't the first time she'd seen the surgeon have a day that sit her jaw tight. It wasn't even the first time it was directed at her. The difference here is Trinity didn't quite know what she'd done until she heard that name. That question. It tossed around in her skull for a second, almost rattling like some kind of old timey fire alarm bell. She blinked, two fast nervous blinks punctuated by a long stare and an inhale she hoped wasn't obvious.
"Today? Nothing. We haven't even--What kind of question is that?" Her defenses felt like they shot up without her even trying. Trinity crossed her arms, protectively over her own body, looked around the room fast like she was waiting for a jump scare. "I thought you didn't want to talk about. me and Langdon?"
Trinity had certain expressions that Yolanda liked to tease out of her from time to time, but the one she was giving to the surgeon now made the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach grow. She knew that she could be abrasive and unpalatable at times. A non-insignificant reason why she had gone into surgery in the first place was because her patients were often sedated or intubated or otherwise unable to speak. Yolanda was quick to banter and sling around lighthearted insults, but heartfelt conversations were a skill she had never fully needed to master.
Yolanda tried to loosen her stance and unclench her jaw. Clearly her attempts at compartmentalization were not working and this conversation would go nowhere unless she steered it. "No, I mean-" Her lips pursed briefly at the reminder that she was the one to put this boundary in place. "I know, but... I'm asking now," she finished stiffly. She closed her eyes and let out a sharp exhale through her nostrils, counting to three slowly before opening them again.
This time, she really looked at Trinity and raised her palms slightly, a wordless gesture of trying to start over. "I'm asking now because I- I'm ready to listen." She hoped so at lesat. "I'm not upset with... you."
Somehow, the PItt got even more isolating with Robby gone. Trinity decided in the aftermath of fireworks and karaoke that there was a real fucking irony in the Fourth of July being independence day. Because from that day forward, it had felt like she was an island. She'd been an island for most of her life. Or maybe something lesss sturdy. She wasn't good at geography and shit but she assumed islands were at least relatively tied down in one place. Trinity didn't have that kind of anchorage. No, she was more like shipwreck, a life boat that had escaped something larger only to find itself sitting in the wide open see, half ingesting water half waiting for shore.
Langdon was back. Whitaker was gone. Garcia was.... a splinter that Trinity felt herself pick at every time the older woman walked by or came for a consult. The kind that had already gotten stuck under the skin and wasn't removable without tearing it. But she touched it anyway for the sting in her palm.
She wasn't expecting it when she heard Yolanda's voice on the tail end of a hard knock. In a weird way, her body instinctively waited for Robby's voice before she remembered. And then Trinity's eyes lifted, to Yolanda Garcia and a stern, set expression that made her heat up in three different ways at once. Nodding, Trinity got up from where she was watching Ogilvie work, telling him she'd back before she followed Garcia away, hands shoved tightly in her pockets. "Everything okay?"
As soon as she saw Trinity nodding, Yolanda spun on her heel and walked towards an empty room, which she knew wouldn't stay empty for long. As she waited for Trinity to appear, she crossed her arms tightly across her chest and glared at the wall as though it had been the one to wrong her. It was far easier to try and find something else to point the finger at than to sit with what she now knew. Yolanda Garcia prided herself in being right. Nine times out of ten, she had the correct answer before anyone else in the room and she knew it. So the feeling that she might have gotten things this wrong set a sour curdle in the pit of her stomach.
As footsteps came up behind her, Yolanda turned and looked Trinity up and down with the same critical eye that she looked at her patients. However, there were no major physical traumas for her to assess here, only an expression on Santos' face that she couldn't read. No amount of medical jargon or tests would provide her with the information that she needed in this moment, and her forehead creased in frustration.
Still, Yolanda was cognizant that they were in the workplace, and a place like a hospital was never as private as they wanted it to be. Instead of answering Trinity's question directly, she fixed the younger doctor with a long look. "What happened between you and Langdon?" She knew she should have asked ten months ago, but an apology would need to come later when she wasn't stumbling around with incomplete information.
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There should have been a betting pool on how long after Robby's departure shit would hit the fan, not that Yolanda ever won any of those. When Dr. Al-Hashimi asked her for a meeting in private, she was not expecting for the attending to openly call out the fact that she and Trinity were sleeping together, nor did she expect the other doctor to cut right to the chase when addressing the elephant in the room. Santos and Langdon.
Yolanda had made it plenty clear to both Frank and Trinity that she had no interest of being in the middle of whatever pissing contest they were embroiled in. Whatever petty anger, embarrassment or other childish emotion they wanted to squabble over needed to be left behind at the doors when it came to what they did. However, as Baran continued to speak and explain why she needed a second pair of eyes on the man during his shifts, Yolanda realized that she might have misjudged the circumstances.
When she walked out of that conversation, there was a storm brewing openly on her face, and an intern all but dove out of her path as she started checking each room for a familiar figure. Upon finding the one she was looking for, Garcia rapped sharply on the doorframe with her knuckle and poked her head inside the room. "Dr. Santos, can I have a word with you?" / @mctrouble
🐝 * ― 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ i can't be the person you want me to be. ❜ ❛ i can't be the only one fighting for this. ❜ ❛ i can't be the reason you hate yourself. ❜ ❛ i can't do this anymore, but i don't know how to stop. ❜ ❛ i can't do this if you don't trust me. ❜ ❛ i can't hate you, and that's the worst part. ❜ ❛ i can't keep loving a ghost. ❜ ❛ i can't keep waiting for you to choose me. ❜ ❛ i can't look at you the same way anymore. ❜ ❛ i can't lose you, too. ❜ ❛ i can't make you love me. ❜ ❛ i can't sleep without thinking about what happened. ❜ ❛ i can't stop thinking about the way you left. ❜ ❛ i can't tell you the truth without losing you. ❜ ❛ i can't tell you to stay when i know you want to leave. ❜ ❛ can't you hear yourself? ❜ ❛ can't you just do me this one favor? ❜ ❛ can't you lie to me, just this once? ❜ ❛ can't you please just listen? ❜ ❛ can't you see that i'm trying? ❜ ❛ can't you stay, just for tonight? ❜ ❛ can't you stop pushing me away for five seconds? ❜ ❛ can't you tell i'm scared? ❜ ❛ can't you understand that i needed you? ❜ ❛ can't we go back to before everything changed? ❜ ❛ can't we just be friends? ❜ ❛ can't we just have one normal night? ❜ ❛ can't we pretend, just for a little while longer? ❜ ❛ can't we try again? ❜ ❛ you can't ask me to stay after everything you did. ❜ ❛ you can't decide how you want me now. ❜ ❛ you can't erase what happened. ❜ ❛ you can't fix this with an apology. ❜ ❛ you can't just show up here without calling first. ❜ ❛ you can't keep punishing me for surviving. ❜ ❛ you can't leave like that and expect me to still be here when you come back. ❜ ❛ you can't love someone only when it's easy. ❜ ❛ you can't promise forever when you can't even promise tomorrow. ❜ ❛ you can't save me from this. ❜ ❛ you can't say you love me and then disappear. ❜
so far the worst part of s2 is continuously referencing this deposition that would definitely not be happening
"you're trouble" IND. SELECTIVE DR. TRINTY SANTOS from HBO MAX'S the pitt - ship/fandom/crossover friendly - by west "i just hope she can forgive herself"
code hula hoop starters because i promised
open to: anyone that works at the hospital trinity gets attacked by a patient, your muse interferes/helps with the aftermath
she's not sure why she feels so frozen. the patient is agitated. he's been that way since she walked in, and usually trinity knows how to keep them calm. but despite all her best attempts to help deal with him, to keep him from reacting, he's escalated quickly. and before she knows what she's doing or how to stop it, he's angry, out of his bed, and she's stuck. she should be better at this. she took self defense classes once upon a time. anything to convince herself to be better in danger than someone who just freezes. or worse--fawns. and awful word she'd learned in college psychology that made her skin crawl when she thought it. trinity santos's mind is a constant fight between behavior and rebellion, finding the peace of good or the chaos of bad and somehow, when men like this yell--at her--everything in her screams be good, listen, wait. -- fawn.
clearing her throat, she does her best to try to quell her fear, to urge herself to react. "mr. dawson, if you could calm down--" but before she gets the words out, trinity's whole body moves from the awful stillness she'd been embodying practically against her will. her head hits something. hard. too hard. the wall? she can't think. or see. or... breathe. there's a hand on her throat. trinity gasps, thrashes, but her feet are barely on the floor.
Controlled chaos was the term that everyone liked to use when describing a trauma center. Lots of shouting, constantly beeping machines, and always at least a few people going through the worst days of their lives so far. For a lot of people, they crashed and burned in this environment. Yolanda, on the other hand, thrived in it. She had been called down to consult on a twenty year-old kid who had been brought in with a piece of rebar through his abdomen after he'd been caught trespassing in a construction zone. He was still moaning in pain, but he was stable which meant that her work here was done.
She had gotten used to parsing out the various types of chaos that could unfold in a hospital, which ones required real urgency and what didn't. While it didn't happen often, the type of adrenaline that flooded through her body upon hearing the words "hula hoop" should be studied. Thank fuck she didn't have children. Her feet were already moving in the direction that the rest of the department seemed to lurch towards, and she instinctively searched for Trinity as she did so. Not seeing her meant nothing. She could be with another patient, or out in the ambulance bay or a million other explanations for why Garcia couldn't find her in the ten seconds it took for her to sprint down the hallway.
Ahmad already had the guy pressed against the ground by the time she entered, and Garcia bit back a curse when she saw Trinity collapsed against the wall. She shoved her way through the throng of bodies that had gathered in the room. Her hand shook briefly as she pulled her penlight from her pocket, but she forced it to steady as she shone it into the other doctor's eyes. "What happened?" she asked, voice sharp and terse as she assessed the pupil reactions.
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SACCHARINE (2026) dir. Natalie Erika James
haven't slept in like two days so naturally have been trying to figure out how to rewrite collins back into the narrative without completely breaking apart the emotional/narrative beats of the end of s1 (namely not being there so robby can still have his breakdown and all that is meant to signify)
right now, my thought is that she goes home when robby tells her to, turns her phone off and tries to take the rest of the day as intended. however instead of falling asleep and "sleeping through her phone", she finds out about the MCI through some alternative means (the news, someone unrelated to PTMC calling her regarding the situation, i really don't care how) and is trying to make her way back to the ED when she gets waylaid in some fashion?
like she's trying to get back to the pitt when she comes across someone in active crisis that she feels compelled to help with? traffic is gridlocked and cell networks are down due to the emergency and she ends up with her patient at one of the other hospitals in the city (maybe one where all other emergencies were re-routed so all the serious cases could go to PTMC?) and whatever emergency she gets sucked into basically makes her unable to be reached until the worst is over since it's an all-hands on deck situation? idk we're taking some creative liberties here
basically what i want is a reason for her to not have been at PTMC for Pittfest because i feel like she's one of the few people who might have been able to get through to Robby during his panic attack so she needs to not be there (unless someone wants to write that divergent moment), but i need a reasoning that's better than what they gave because i truly do not believe she wouldn't be there at all.
