Ok so what if Baran and Trinity met whilst working for MSF?
Trinity juuust qualified, and wants to do some good before joining the double-edged sword that is the US healthcare system.
Baran is overwhelmed and stretched too thin, so a young doctor gets assigned to help her out…
(Two month later, they’re in the same ward of the maternity hospital when it’s attacked. Santos is shot through the lower leg, and Baran has to treat her with limited resources during the attack.)
"Shh, I know it hurts but I need you to be quiet for me, alright?" Baran breathed out as she folded her belt and placed it between Trinity's teeth. The other woman bit down hard and nodded, tense as from pain and fear as they listened to the approaching danger.
Baran grabbed the tourniqute and tightened it as hard and as fast as she could on Trinity's leg. Trinity's cry of pain was muffled by the leather of Baran's belt, teeth sinking into the sturdy material before her eyes rolled back into her skull and her entire body relaxed.
Never had Baran ever been so relived for someone in her care to lose consciousness.
The younger doctor had just barely met the qualifications to join Médecins Sans Frontières and had been the most enthusiastic member of their team in the maternity ward. She entertained their entire group by constantly trying to shoot her shot with Baran.
Baran brushed her bloody fingers through Trinity's sweat-soaked hair before focusing on the task at hand.
If we survive, you're taking me out for drinks when we get home.
