Adam Milligan deserves better

santos who holds resentment for her mum, enjoys her mum’s company most of the time, is frustrated and irritated and angry with her mum

I don't want an AI overview of a YouTube video, I want to actually watch the video (shocking, I know)

I DON'T WANT AN AI OVERVIEW OF THE GOOGLE DOC I AM WRITING

STOP FORCING AI ON US EVERYWHERE.

A quick lil one before I clock into work 🫡🫡

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Princess had been watching them for weeks.

Every time Trinity walked into a room, Baran’s eyes followed her like she couldn’t help it. Every time Trinity did something new or complicated on a trauma, Princess saw how Yolanda had to hold back a big cheesy grin. And somehow, Trinity always ended up sandwiched between the two of them, like some invisible string kept pulling her there.

And so, it was Princess who finally slammed her hand on the break room table, making Trinity jump and nearly spill her coffee.

"Trinity Marie Santos!"

"Oh my God," Trinity muttered, already bracing herself.

"You’re dating them."

Trinity went pale. “No! Dating who? I’m not dating anyone!”

“Al Hashimi and Garcia! Liar!”

“I’m not dating them!”

Princess pointed at her. "That wasn’t a denial."

Trinity frowned. “Uh no? It literally was?”

Perlah looked up from her sandwich. "It wasnt a convincing one though"

Twenty minutes later, Baran and Yolanda were sitting across from them, summoned like they were on trial. Princess and Perlah had somehow managed to turn the breakroom into a moot court, folding chairs to make up the bench and all.

"This is ridiculous," Yolanda muttered under her breath.

Princess ignored her completely.

"First of all," she said, "we want to say congratulations."

Perlah nodded beside her. "She’s really happy."

That softened both women for a moment. Trinity was happy, radiant even. But Princess wasn’t done.

"Now," she continued, her tone shifting, "we need to talk about your intentions."

Trinity buried her face in her hands. "Oh no."

"Oh yes," Perlah said, leaning in.

Baran looked like she was fighting a smile, which only made Princess point at her.

"You. Stop smiling. This is serious."

Baran’s grin only grew wider.

"We’re listening," Yolanda said carefully.

"Good," Princess replied, folding her arms. "Because Trinity is our baby. And if either of you hurt her, emotionally, physically, or any other way…We’ll make your lives hell. We know where you live. We know your schedules. We know how to make every shift at this hospital feel like a slow death."

Perlah nodded, her voice calm but cold. "We’ll make sure everyone knows what you did. Patients, staff, your families if we have to. You won’t be able to walk down a hallway without feeling watched."

Princess leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "Trinity cries during RSPCA commercials,” they both studiously ignored trinity’s refusal of that, “she’s soft. Sweet. If you break her heart, we’ll break you. Slowly. Professionally. Relentlessly."

Baran finally stopped smiling.

Trinity groaned into her hands. "This is the worst day of my life, actually."

"No," Princess said. "This is us being nice."

Princess leaned back in her chair, arms still folded, but the edge in her voice had softened into something almost fond.

"Look," she said, glancing between Baran and Yolanda, "We just need to know you're not going to disappear the second things get complicated."

Baran met their eyes without flinching. "We're not going anywhere," she said quietly. Yolanda's hand found Trinity's under the table, fingers lacing together. "She's stuck with us."

Trinity's cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away.

Princess watched the three of them for a long moment, then sighed. "Alright. But if either of you so much as makes her cry without a damn good reason, we're coming for you."

"And again. We know where you live," Perlah added, though her tone had shifted into something lighter, almost teasing.

"And where you work," Princess finished, cracking a small grin. "Which is here. So don't test us."

Yolanda laughed under her breath. Baran shook her head, smiling despite herself. Trinity finally looked up, eyes bright with something between embarrassment and relief.

"Can we be please be done now?" she asked, her face still beetroot red.

"Almost," Princess said. She stood, Perlah following. "One last thing."

She pointed at Baran and Yolanda again, but this time there was no real heat behind it. "Take care of her. Both of you."

"We will," they said at the same time.

Princess and Perlah exchanged another look before nodding in unison.

"Good," Perlah said.

"Then we're done," Princess agreed. She paused at the door, glancing back. "For now."

Trinity groaned, but she was smiling too. And as the door swung shut behind her friends, she turned back to Baran and Yolanda, the tension finally easing from her shoulders.

"I can’t believe that just happened," she groaned, head in hands, “please just kill me now.”

Baran squeezed her hand. Yolanda leaned in closer. "Nah, you’re too cute to die," she said.

Outside in the hallway, Princess and Perlah walked side by side, their steps unhurried.

"You think they'll be okay?" Perlah asked.

Princess shrugged, but there was a softness in her expression. "They better be. Or we'll make sure they regret it."

Perlah smiled. "That's my girl."

Princess broke out into a giggle. “So, who’s setting up the betting grid on when they get engaged?”

I tried to recreate it it looked smth like this