#mowalsh

Trinity is the most brutal to Dennis about his crushes regarding the two married attendings who make the poor boy go red in the face every time they look at him. She'll just constantly make obscene gestures and noises whenever they're around Whitaker.

Samira likes to nudge into Victoria to get her to knock into Mckay so much that Mckay thinks Samira is a tripping hazard and just likes to maneuver Victoria out of the way whenever the R3 comes around (unintentionally making it 100x worse for Javadi)

As payback for Trinity bullying all of them all the time, they like to very loudly talk about Garcia to her when the surgeon is very nearby causing her to always turn her head and see the R1 with a bright red face as she tries to yell at her friends without making anything too obvious. ("Wow Trinity! you are so right Garcia's nails do look amazing today!!!" "And weren't you just saying how pretty her hair was!!! I totally agree!!!" "I will kill all of you right now if you don't shut up")

Dennis and Victoria like to magically disappear when they're with Mel and Langdon appears. The only time this really backfires is when Langdon rounds a corner with her and see the pair standing right there like a couple of deer the road.

at some point, yolanda ropes trinity in, and she quickly finds out that trinity is pretty good with pop culture and sports questions. emery finds out about her opponent cheating and forces samira, who she soon realizes knows a lot more about art history than one would ever suspect, to participate as well.

One night at 2 AM, Emery's phone lights up with a call from Samira. Frowning, she picks up. “Samira? What’s wrong?”

“I hate this,” Samira sobs. “Why is it so impossible?”

Emery's head fills with worst-case scenarios that she shoves down and silences. “Hey, deep breath, okay? I’m right here.” She listens to Samira breathe shakily for a few minutes before trying again. “Now, what happened?”

“I went on a date,” Samira chokes out. “I’m gonna be single forever.”

Emery coughs out a laugh. “Is that bad?”

“She was late, and then she said she hates cats when I brought up Appendix, and then she wanted to split the bill and parking!” Her voice rises in volume as she goes on. “Who the hell wants to split parking?”

Emery has to pull the phone away from her ear for a moment, laughing into her elbow to muffle it. “Hold on, your cat’s name is Appendix?”

“Yes, but that’s not relevant right now. Parking, of all things. I'm doomed!” She cries, her words turning mumbled towards the end.

“Samira, are you…drunk?” Emery asks hesitantly. She’s never known Samira to drink more than occasionally –  and never more than enough to get slightly tipsy – so it must be bad if she’s been drinking now. 

“Noooo, I just drank a bit,” Samira protests, sounding more definitively drunk with every word. “I was sad.”

Emery smiles, enjoying seeing a more uninhibited side to Samira than she ever has before. “Make sure you drink some water before bed, okay? Do you need anything?”

“Can you stay until I fall asleep?” Samira asks quietly, the exhaustion and sadness in her voice breaking Emery’s heart.

“Yeah, Sam. ‘Course I can.” She can hear Samira moving around on the other end, the faucet opening, a mumbled curse as Samira likely bumps into something, the rustling of covers. “You okay?”

Samira hums. “Can you talk to me? It’s too quiet.”

So Emery does. Tells her about a movie she watched the other day, a new cafe she tried that she thinks Samira would like, a patient who challenged her to a duel while going under, the squirrels she saw in the park this morning on her run.

“Emery?” Samira cuts her off halfway through a story about a divorced couple she heard arguing about splitting custody of their fishes while out at dinner a while ago.

“I’m here,” Emery responds soothingly. “What’s up?”

“You’d treat me right, wouldn’t you?”

“Samira -” she warns, her resolve sliding with every second.

“Please, Em,” Samira whispers, pleading and desperate. 

Emery sighs, giving in. “Yeah, baby, I would. I'd treat you so good, better than anyone else has. I’d be so fucking lucky to have you.” She listens to Samira's breathing even out on the other end as the minutes tick by, wondering if Samira even knows how long Emery’s had a hopeless crush on her, how long she’s wanted to ask her out but is scared to death of losing her best friend too.

…

Let me know when you’re up, the text from Emery reads the next morning. Hope you’re feeling better.

Samira’s head spins as she tries to recall anything from last night. She remembers coming home and opening the wine to drown her despair, calling Emery, listening to her warm and soothing voice talk about anything and everything as she nearly drifted off to sleep, telling Emery – oh shit. She’d told Emery that she knew she’d treat her right, had practically begged her.