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“I usually have pretty good judgment,” Garcia continues. “I stay calm, I think clearly, and I make logical choices. But when you came to me with extremely reasonable concerns about someone I’ve worked with for a long time, I snapped at you and shut you down. You deserved patience, and advice, and respect,” Garcia admits, “and I’m sorry.”
Trinity takes a moment to digest all of this, then nods a little, then takes a half-step closer as a sign of trust or whatever. “Thank you,” she says quietly and finds Garcia’s eyes. “I really… I appreciate all of that. Thank you.”
She watches Garcia’s posture relax slightly, then watches Garcia take her own small step forward, then watches Garcia’s expression shift into something that makes Trinity’s breath catch.
“Can I make it up to you with a cocktail?”
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(What happens on July 4th, and what happened in the ten months before that.)
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“PTMC emergency command center,” announces a tinny voice from the small speaker below. “How can I help you?"
“We’re stuck between seven and six,” Garcia tells them, words surprisingly strained as she keeps a white-knuckle grip on the railing. “Orthopedics and Maternity. Trying to go down to Surgery and ED.”
(Honestly, Santos is more focused on the “we” of it all.)
“Is anyone present having a medical emergency?"
“No,” Garcia says after a noticeable beat of hesitation.
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Trinity thinks about Alana.
And about Max.
And about what happened back then.
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a depressive episode in three parts.
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Trinity doesn't see the puck hit Garcia's tape. She does see it hit the back of the net.
The barn is shitty, loud and cacophonous and full of people she couldn't give less of a shit about. But the ice is cold, and when Garcia crashes into her, pins her against the glass with a jubilant smile and a hand smacking down on the top of her helmet, she feels like she's standing on the surface of the sun.
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The PTMC is part of a hockey rec league. Trinity doesn't expect to fall in love with the sport, but when Garcia smiles at her, she'd take a lot worse than a puck to the face to make sure it keeps happening.
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She is the dog that bites when a hand extends itself to feed, the dog that is wrong down to its very bones, down to the marrow, down to something genetic and intrinsic and unchangeable, the dog they put down to spare it its own misery.
She wishes it were as simple as a matter of guilt. Guilt for hurting them, for hiding, for lying, because maybe she could’ve fixed that, because guilt, at least, would’ve meant that she’s only done something wrong.
Shame is knowing that she is something wrong.
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Rumi doesn’t run when the girls find her backstage.
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After what happened on her first day, Dr. Santos assumes Dr. Garcia wants nothing to do with her. She's incredibly wrong.
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She never told Zoey or Mira, but there was always a faint buzz whenever she touched her blade. Kind of like the feeling of static when her leg fell asleep or Mira got a lucky hit on her elbow with her practice staff. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable.
Rumi pushes back with all the strength she has. Gritting her teeth while she watches the demon force it down like she's not even there.
The buzz that usually comes when touching her sain-geom isn't what she feels, though.
Not at all.
Lightning shoots down her right arm. Like the burning core of each of the stars on her blade are dying inside her veins. Bursting and scorching anything in their paths as she watches her arm begin to dissolve into ash.
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- Part 4 of Couch! Couch! Couch!
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There's something particularly undignified about still being hung up on the girl who was your first everything with a girl - except publicly acknowledged girlfriend - when she still hasn't come out, but you end up fucking, like clockwork, every single time your paths cross and you know it's going to happen with such certainty that you make a point of avoiding her whenever you have a serious girlfriend. So of course that's the situation Robin has been stuck in for over half a decade.
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