go ahead anon, but happens when Cassie Mckay or Baran Al Hashimi or Emily Prentiss or Natasha Romanoff or Wanda Maximoff or just any hot experienced depressed older mama asks to CRACK but you can’t cuz you have no energy since you didn’t eat.
never noticed till now how sharp Baran Al Hashimi's jaw is, omg holy mog 🤤
oh my goodness i know i’m coming to the destination... Sepideh in general has the most sharpest jaw in history. i promise you that’s a pussy eating jaw. it literally has to be, she eats puss puss on the low and achieves that sharp ah jawline. (new headcannon in my mind: Baran is a violent ravishing eater.) me next
recently saw this tik tok about whether or not the Pitt staff had a bush or trim or nothing. Cassie Mckay says "was just taught feminine hygiene practices late and never maintains her bush more than once every few months. uncontrollable, all natural bush" and ive never been more convinced
i know EXACTLY which video your talking about and yes, i agree it’s true because i’ve seen it. no i haven’t but one could only dream. I fully stand on that and find it hot. Like yes dada make me work for it. search through the jungle to find the treasure.
"you could've had it with me, but instead, you gave it up"
synopsis: trinity santos had broken up with you after she disagrees with your decision to pursue your acting career. a few years later when you've gotten your big break, you get into an accident on set and you're rushed to PTMC only to find out that the doctor who's going to treat you is none other than your ex herself.
pairings: ex!trinity santos x f!reader | ??? x f!reader
tags: angsttt, fluff, princess in her natural element (gossiping), age-gap relationship
word count: 5.3k
trin is kinda an asshole here tbh but don't worry, i'll redeem her on ipagdadamot kita :)))
What once was your very supportive girlfriend, who was enthusiastic in helping you with the lighting of your taped auditions and eagerly volunteered to help you read your lines, had slowly become someone who doubted you in everything you did. Her encouragement had turned into disbelief laced with annoyance, and her admiration for you for your fire and passion in pursuing your dreams had completely disappeared. At first, you thought that the honeymoon stage of your relationship had finally dwindled down after three years of being together and that medical school was just wearing her out; it was true, but she never stopped taking you out for your weekly dates, as it had become a tradition early on in your relationship, and she never had a hard time expressing her love for you. There was no concrete reason to doubt her, so you never did; you always gave her the benefit of the doubt when she stopped bringing you along with her when she was out with her friends. Until the ‘unexpected’ happened.
There was a wide smile present on your lips when you walked into Trinity’s apartment. You’d been staying there more often in the past year than you have in your own place, as you had practically moved in with your girlfriend, and it was a no-brainer decision because her apartment building is nicer than yours and your neighbours were quite a handful bunch. You had just gotten off the phone with a casting director who brought you good news after months of auditions that resulted in nothing. You had started to doubt yourself when you’d received the call, as you had no hopes for this specific audition, and in a way, you had made an unspoken ultimatum for yourself. Trinity, who was nose-deep in a medical textbook, immediately felt the happiness radiating off of you when you entered the room, and her brows had lifted up in curiosity. Of course, you noticed her expression.
“I got a call back. They want me to fly into LA for a screen test. I think it’s for an indie movie but they’re keeping things secret for some reason. I heard that Anya Taylor-Joy’s the lead for this one.” You trailed off and you didn’t see the way Trinity’s face had fallen.
So, you kept talking. “I should prolly move to LA, don't ya think? I’ve been thinking about it for months but… I dunno, I don’t really want to leave you here in Pittsburgh.” You shrugged because, despite how Trinity would always act unbothered, you knew she doesn’t like being alone.
“Are you seriously thinking of moving to LA?” The tone of her voice surprised you a little. You’d never heard her talk to you like that before.
“Yeah? I mean- the audition’s in LA and there’s more opportunities there. It’s gonna be expensive flying back and forth from Pennsylvania to California just to audition.” Even though you gave yourself an ultimatum in this career path, this project seemed promising to you.
“I thought you quit acting?” You blinked at her.
“No… just because I’m freelancing some programming stuff doesn’t mean I stopped auditioning.”
Trinity sat up straight from her seat at the dining table. “You’re serious about this.” She observed you like you’re a patient that needed diagnosing.
“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
In a split second, her entire figure went from being calm to being infuriated. “God, you’re so childish.” She stood up. You were stunned as you had never seen her act like this before.
“Excuse me?-”
“When will you realise that acting is not for you?”
It’s the very first time she raised her voice at you. You’ve had fights before, naturally, but she has always kept her composure and reeled in her anger and frustration.
“You’ve been auditioning for years and all you’ve gotten was minor roles and a victim on that one Law and Order episode!”
“What are you saying? I thought you were okay with this?”
“I was! And now I’m realising that this is all bullshit and a complete waste of time!” She dragged her hand through her hair in frustration. “-and money!”
“You’ll be better off with a real job than having your dreams crushed by a disgusting pervert who just wants to see women get naked on the screen!” You scoffed at Trinity in disbelief.
“Do you really think that low of-” She cut you off harshly, she didn’t allow you to have a say in this fight.
“No. I’m done. I can’t be with someone who can’t let go of their childish dreams.” You stood frozen in front of her as she rounded her way to you.
“Trinity-” She pushed you out of her front door.
"Good luck in LA.” The door slammed in front of you causing you to flinch at the loud noise.
You stood still in front of her door for a whole minute, completely shocked at what just happened. You were so taken aback by everything that you were more confused than devastated as you were just called childish by the person whom you loved the most- the woman whom you thought you’d be spending your entire life with. But it was all so ironic- what had become the reason for her breaking up with you ended up being the big break you needed as an actor. It was the role that had caught the eye of many producers, several directors, and writers as your name had spread like wildfire within the industry, and it was as if they were suddenly bewitched by your acting because you were already getting dragged into other projects when the movie hit its post-production stage.
Now, a few years later, you’re grimacing in pain as you’re sitting down on a gurney after a stupid miscalculation on your part. Your agent is hovering near you while she’s talking to someone- most likely a producer– on her phone; stress is heavily influencing her facial expressions as she releases a sigh after the call has ended.
“It’s fine. I don’t need to go to a hospital, I can just sleep this off.” You wince when you feel the pain radiating from your ribs as you try to convince your agent- as well as the paramedics– that you’re okay but they’re clearly not buying it. You couldn’t act your way out of this one as they loaded the gurney up with you on it in the ambulance.
“Seriously, I’m fine-”
“You’re clearly in pain. You can cry your ass off in command but you can’t control your own face to save your life.” You roll your eyes at your agent, and you open your mouth to speak out your rebuttal, but she holds her hand out as a signal for you to stop and shut up.
“The producers want to be sure that you’re in great shape. They can’t afford another recast for this movie.” Her reasoning makes the complaint die out on your tongue.
“Fine. Just don’t take me to PTMC-”
“Too late, we’re already here.” The paramedics quickly push the doors open as they effortlessly haul the gurney back on the ground.
“Fuck. That was quick.” You comment as you try your best to stand up and ignore the pain in your ribs that knocked the breath out of your lungs.
“No it’s fine, I can walk.” The way you almost fall face first onto the concrete as soon as the words left your mouth is comical and your agent immediately scrambles to catch you.
“Nope. You’re not fucking walking, okay?” Letting out a huff, you lay back down on the gurney against your own wishes.
“I swear to god you need to be wrapped in bubble wrap for the rest of the shoot.”
“Jesus- calm your tits down. I’m okay.” Your agent is the type of person to always overreact. It’s amusing but sometimes it can get irritating to hear.
“Yeah right, I’ll wait for what the doctor says.” The paramedics only share a look with each other as the two of you continue to banter while they wheel you into the ER.
“After this we’ll be back on set, right?”
“You wish. The rest of the shoot day is cancelled and the writers are happy ‘cause the glorious beings from up above wants to change everything in act two because according to them ‘it’s too woke’.” She throws her hands up to make air quotes.
“What’s ‘too woke’ about a heist action movie?” You copy her actions.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Charlize Theron fighting in a suit instead of a dress?” You roll your eyes in disbelief of the whole scenario, but at least the rewrite will give you enough time to recover from whatever injury you just gained from being an idiot.
The male paramedic clears his throat as he states your name to start presenting your case, “-27 got hit by a stunt car while filming on a movie set. These two kept fighting on the way here so…” He and a male doctor with greying hair make eye contact while you get wheeled into a trauma room. You hear the doctor call out someone’s name to assist him, but you don’t comprehend him because you’re way too entertained by your agent explaining how they couldn’t cut your clothes off unless it was absolutely necessary to.
“Fuck. I guess it’s my lucky day today.” You hear a familiar voice enter the room, your attention turning to the brunette you haven’t seen in ages. The gnawing feeling of dread befalls you, and you swear you hear your heart rate pick up from the monitor.
“What? You two know each other?” Asks the male doctor who looks back and forth between you and Trinity while your agent connects the dots in her mind. She was about to say something detrimental to your reputation as the tell-tale smirk starts to appear on her lips, and Trinity- thankfully– speaks up first.
“Something like that.” She turns to your agent. “You need to wait outside so we can properly look at her injuries.” Your agent throws you a look that says ‘we’re talking about this later’ before exiting the room with no complaints. The male doctor has his eyebrows raised in amusement, knowing that it’s not needed for Trinity to basically kick her out of the room since you’re not in a critical condition.
She still looks the same since you last saw her, though; you could clearly see the tiredness in her eyes. The only difference from before is a couple of new tattoos littered all over her forearm. The random ink she has all over her arms used to be your favourite thing about her as you would unconsciously trace the lines with your gentle fingertips, and the action would usually lull you both to sleep.
“Glad to see that you’re a doctor now.” Trinity looks at your face briefly before focusing back on evaluating the severity of your injuries.
“And you made it in Hollywood.” She states while examining the bruises that formed on your ribs and you wince when she touches the skin lightly.
“If you think so.” She steals a glance at your face. You were already attractive when you were dating to the extent that it was annoying to go out with you at night because of how often you would get hit on by unsuspecting men who thought they could bag a woman like you, and it would always drive Trinity insane. But now, you look even better, and Trinity felt like she just got kicked in the belly as everything came back running to her. She shouldn’t have been impatient; if she weren’t, the chances that the two of you are still together could be phenomenal.
Trinity could still remember everything about you: how you would always bite your lip while you’re deep in thought, how you drastically change while in character, how the tone and cadence of your laugh differ in certain situations- she could go on and on for hours if she’d let herself. Now, all she can do is wallow in her regret and wish she could take back her bad choices while watching you command a scene in a movie.
She exhaustedly drops her body down onto a chair before she starts up your chart while waiting for you to get back down from having your scans done. Her sigh catches the attention of Dennis, who is also busy finishing up some charts so that he can finally end his shift. He eyes her sideways at first, observing her, before sidling up next to her.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’re talking to Garcia again.”
Once again, Trinity sighs. “I wish. That’d be easier to deal with right now.” He tilts his head and gives her an expectant look.
“My ex is here and she’s my patient.”
“Which one?” He proceeds to look around, seeing if he could spot the woman that has Trinity wishing she could fast forward time so she could avoid you. A gurney then passes by the workstation and parks in a closed-off room.
“Her.” Trinity points her thumb at you while Dennis and a few nurses who saw you, did a double take, wondering if what they saw was real or if their eyes are just deceiving them.
“Is that-” She cuts him off.
“Yes.” You’re placed in the quieter side of the ED because if people were to realise that there’s a celebrity amongst them, chaos would ensue.
“Your ex is-” His voice grows loud, completely surprised by the casual revelation of his roommate.
“Keep it down.” Trinity hisses and Dennis goes back to whispering. “You’re kidding.” The pointed look that she bears tells him otherwise.
“How did-”
“A college party and I broke up with her.” She already anticipated what Dennis was going to ask, it’s obvious and she didn’t need to look away from the monitor to tell him that.
“What? Why?” Trinity keeps on typing, surprising herself that she could multitask during an unpleasant conversation.
“It’s stupid.” She tries to brush it off but Huckleberry stays unmoving and continues to stare at her. “Okay. Fine.” She stops typing and faces him.
“I thought she was wasting her time with acting when she could be doing other things.” Trinity almost flinches at her own words, embarrassed by her past actions as she sounds like a trad man wanting his wife to stay at home and cook meals for him.
“And now she’s-”
“I know. You don’t need to remind me.” She swivels her chair back to face the monitor.
“You’re exes with an actress?” Princess suddenly appears in between them as if she’s summoned whenever there’s gossip brewing in the pitt; to be fair, they weren’t secretive enough with their conversation, as she heard half of their conversation a couple metres away. Huckleberry jumps, startled by her presence.
“Yep.” Trinity answers with a flat tone. “Can we not talk about this anymore?”
“It’s a… sore spot for her.” Dennis explains and the nurse raises her brow up as a signal for him to continue.
“She broke up with her before she had her big break.” Trinity mentally thanks him for simplifying the breakup to prevent her from getting further embarrassment.
The nurse makes a pained expression while hissing. “That sucks. That’s your loss. You could’ve been a power couple, an actress and a doctor.”
“Clearly.” Her words come out as bitter and she barely manages to look unbothered by her current predicament as she stares at your chart in front of her.
“Are you going to talk to her?”
“Why? I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want anything to do with me after being an asshole to her.” Trinity breaks her stare from the monitor and looks at the nurse instead.
“You won't know it if you don't try.” Princess gives her a look filled with hope and reassurance. “And, you’re clearly not over her.” She sighs at the nurse’s added comment.
“Whatever.” She stands up after Princess hands her the tablet with your scans on it and she starts heading to your room.
“Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.” Dennis says with a smirk on his lips, and Trinity raises her empty hand up to flip him off while walking away.
Trinity can’t help but think whether or not she should try talking to you, just like what Princess said- it wouldn’t hurt, but she doesn’t know if she can handle that kind of conversation today. She doesn’t even know if you’re in a relationship with someone new since you’ve kept your private life out of the public eye; it’d be awkward if this is how she finds out that you’re with another celebrity since there have been rumours surrounding you and a past castmate in your latest film, and everyone seems to be convinced that you two are together- except for Trinity, of course. Regardless, you’re now out of Trinity’s reach, and all she can rely on is your past together if she does manage to pull up her big girl pants and actually talk to you.
All the while Trinity is trying to muster the courage to talk to you and go through all of your results and scans, you and your agent are busy bickering about the movie. For a short while, you forget that your ex-lover is your doctor as you worry about what’s going on with the movie amongst other things. You watch as your agent runs her hand through her hair for the millionth time today after once again getting off her phone.
“So what, shoot’s cancelled for three weeks?” You’ve managed to hear most of her conversation with the director, and she nods at you while reading through several texts- no doubt they’re all about your unfortunate accident.
“Mhm. Thanks to you.”
You huff. “Stop acting like they’re not rewriting the whole movie on short notice.” Her lips drop to a frown upon seeing a certain text, her thumbs moving quickly to send a reply.
“It’s kinda your fault too.” She sends the message and gets to typing another one right away.
“I’m barely in it. They could do all the scenes with Charlize first.”
“She has another project. Her team says she can’t go on set until next month.” She finally finishes replying to the urgent messages she’s seen so far.
She blinks, suddenly remembering the first sentence you’ve said. “And you’re barely in it? You’re the lead in this fucking movie, what the hell are you talking about?” You shrug, and just like a miracle dropping down from heaven- preventing you from becoming deaf due to your agent’s relentless scolding- Trinity enters the room.
“I have your results.” She announces and your agent takes a deep breath to compose herself before fully turning her attention to the doctor.
Trinity addresses you. “You have a few hairline fractures on your ribs and some bruises and scratches, but other than that, everything’s all good.”
“Can she go home now?” Your agent asks and Trinity nods at her. “Yes. Rib fractures heal on its own for around two to six weeks.” She turns her focus back to you. “You need rest and you should put ice on it- especially for the bruising, they will get ugly. Just take it easy, no heavy lifting, and no stunts.” You almost groan at the no stunts part because you prefer to do it all yourself as much as you can.
“Yeah, her personal doctor would approve of that.” You elbow your agent’s side and while she’s in the middle of telling her joke, her phone starts to ring for the nth time.
“I’m sorry. I have to take this.” She takes off while apologising, making you think that one of the producers had called her.
The silence settles in for a couple of seconds before Trinity speaks. “A nurse will give you the discharge papers.” She purses her lips and gives you a small smile before turning around. She stays standing still for three seconds, her hand already on the doorknob, contemplating if she should put in the prescription for your medicine here at the room’s own workstation or not. Eventually, she decides against leaving the room.
She turns around to face you. “I just… didn’t expect to see you again.”
“Me neither.” You look at her, seeing the dark bags under her eyes and her hair a little bit messy from moving around all day.
“How are you? Be honest ‘cause you look like shit.” Trinity chuckles at your word choice as she steps closer to the workstation in the corner of the room.
“I’m good.” She taps her ID to the scanner. “This place has the tendency to suck the life out of you.”
Her forehead wrinkles in confusion as she reads your current address. “It says here you’re still living here in Pittsburgh. Didn’t you move to LA?”
“I moved back here a year and a half ago.” Trinity seems to pause for a second, her fingers stalling above the keyboard before she goes back to typing like nothing had happened and logs off once she finishes.
She turns back around to face you. “Is acting everything you imagined it to be?”
“It’s different but it’s still what I expected. If you’re not surrounded by good people, you can end up selling your soul to the devil- literally and figuratively.” You can tell that she’s nervous: she’s fidgeting with her fingers and she’s leaning her body weight onto one leg and shifting it every 30 seconds.
Trinity takes a deep inhale, knowing that it’s now or never since you’re only going to be much harder to come by next time.
“I’m sorry… for the way I talked to you when I… broke up with you.” She manages to make eye contact with you. You unconsciously take a deep breath, the sharp pain on your ribs now reduced to a dull hum all thanks to the painkillers they gave you.
“It’s just… I still haven’t forgiven myself for that and I…” Trinity scoffs at herself, feeling foolish that she’s doing this but still goes for it.
“I’d be lying to myself if I said that I didn’t miss you.”
A surge of irritations rushes through your veins, making you clench your jaw before relaxing.
“Do you really miss me or do you just want me back because I’ve made a name for myself?” Trinity freezes like a deer caught in headlights.
All of the instances in the months up until the day she broke up with you came back flooding: she used to proudly introduce you to the new people she had met until you were just hanging around her in the background; she used to be so proud of you every time you booked something, and then the excitement turned into an eye roll and annoyance. The only time she treated you nicely was when the two of you were alone, where there was no one else around that could recognise either of you. It made you think that she much preferred that you stayed working at home as she knew that there’s someone waiting for her in her apartment and she didn’t need to worry about cooking something since you always cooked for her. You knew that there was something going on as she changed, but you couldn’t let yourself see it for what it truly was because you loved her.
“I wasn’t blind, Trinity. You were ashamed of me, you treated me like I was nobody whenever you’re with your friends… you could’ve said this years ago- you could’ve reached out to me, and now… what? You care now that everyone knows me?”
“What? No. I love you. I didn’t reach out to you ‘cause I thought you were busy- you obviously were– and how could I when I called you childish? I was an asshole.” Despite her frustration, Trinity didn’t raise her voice at you. Not a single octave.
“Exactly. You said that acting was childish- why would I even get back together with you when you didn’t take me seriously?” Trinity’s shoulders visibly slump down as she lets go of the sudden wave of anger she felt and takes a step closer to your bed.
“Come on. I’m sorry.” Her voice softens. “I really didn’t mean to say that- I was stressed and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” It took a lot for you to keep your eyes from rolling, a little bit surprised by her audacity but you should’ve expected this from her.
“Whatever. You’re too late. What’s done is done, there’s nothing we can do. It’s all in the past now.” Trinity wants to be closer to you, to hold your hand and keep apologising for everything she has done but she stops herself when she sees the stone cold gaze in your eyes.
“Can you forgive me? I-”
The door suddenly swings open.
“Eshgham? What happened?” Baran rushes in, panicking as she immediately goes to your side. She doesn’t even notice Trinity standing on the other side in her hurry to feel your warmth with her fingertips. Her hand gently wraps around your wrist, subtly feeling for your pulse.
“I saw your agent outside and she told me you got in an accident on set.” Your heart breaks at the worry her tone carries. She lets her eyes wander around your body to check for any external injuries and Trinity could only stand there, effectively stunned as she put the puzzle pieces together. Her heart drops to her stomach. Oh.
The ‘personal doctor’ comment your agent made, your Pittsburgh address, and your own words: ‘you’re too late’.
Fuck.
It was indeed foolish to think that you’re still single after you’ve experienced so many things these past few years. At least it isn’t that one actor Trinity hates, but Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi? Her own attending? She’s truly and utterly fucked.
Trinity clears her throat to make her presence known to her attending as she still doesn’t seem to notice her lingering near the two of you.
“She has a few hairline fractures on her ribs.” She repeats what she has said earlier.
“Dr. Santos.” Baran finally addresses her. “What labs did you order?” You tuned out Trinity’s words as you barely know anything about them, focusing on how tight Baran is holding your hand and the worry that is evident in her dark irises despite the composed face she’s keeping on.
You had met Baran two years ago in California, where there was a medical conference at the hotel you were staying at for a nearby premiere. You were still a relatively new name in the industry, but for some reason, Baran knew who you were when you stopped by the bar. She didn’t think she had a chance with you since you were younger and a bit famous, and Baran almost didn’t shoot her shot, but when you turned your head and made eye contact with her from across the bar, she knew that she was a goner and that she needed to talk to you. And the rest is history.
She nods at Trinity when she finishes speaking. Baran then leans down to press a lingering kiss on your forehead as Trinity bitterly watches from the side.
“What happened?” She asks, her soft gaze tracing the outlines of your features as if she’s memorising each tiny detail on your face. Your hand goes up to cup her jaw before easing away the creases on her forehead with your thumb.
“I was supposed to avoid the car but I lost my footing when I landed.” You couldn’t look her in the eyes out of embarrassment, opting to stare at the curtains instead.
“Were you wearing any safety gear?” You nod.
“I was. I’m just a little bruised. I think it hurt my pride more when it happened.” Baran lets out a breathy giggle and you give yourself a mental pat in your back for making her worry disappear even if it’s just for a fleeting second.
The attending lifts your hand up to her lips. “I’m sorry it took me long to get here. I was going through patients so I could get home early.” She was planning to surprise you and her son with a hearty dinner tonight. Her cooking is now going to be non-negotiable for later since you need to rest as per doctor’s orders. Your ex sees how your irises soften with a certain warmth behind them; you used to look at her like that, and now somebody else is on the other side of your affection.
She once again awkwardly clears her throat and hands Baran the tablet. “Here. You can double check the results yourself. I’ll get the discharge papers.” By the time you look over at the door, Trinity is already gone and you feel your body instantly relax under Baran’s touch.
“What happened? I heard you two arguing outside.” Baran knew of your past with Trinity because you can’t keep anything from her- even for the things you’ve signed an NDA for. That’s why she couldn’t help but be harsh to the R2 when she first worked with her.
“I’ll tell you everything when we get home, okay?” It’s now your turn to place a lingering kiss on the top of her forehead and she easily melts into your touch.
“Please be careful? I don't want to see you here as a patient ever again.” It amazes you every time you see her eyes become so expressive; it makes your whole being buzz with warmth and adoration when she looks at you like you’re everything she’s wanted in life. You slowly drag your fingers through her hair, pushing back the curls that had escaped her hair clip before cupping her jaw with both of your hands. She places hers above yours, running her thumbs over your knuckles.
“I promise.”
Her dark irises flits left and right before drifting down to your nose and finally to your lips where her gaze lingers for longer. A blink, and her lips are on yours, feather-like at first as she tests the waters before letting the distance close fully. You can feel her affection, love, and worry all at once as she deepens the kiss, making your breath hitch in surprise. Your right hand wanders down to the nape of her neck, your fingers instinctively playing with her hair.
“Just fill this out and-” You and Baran take your time to separate from each other before looking at who just entered the room. It’s Princess. You could feel her internally groan knowing that she’s the number one supplier of gossip in the whole ED and that this little incident would immediately spread once the nurse goes back to the station.
Princess only looks at the two of you with a smirk plastered on her face before handing Baran the discharge papers. She gives the attending a quick wink before leaving the room. You let out a small giggle, causing Baran to do so as well.
Outside, the nurse struts towards the central hub as if she’s suddenly reinvigorated- which she basically did from you two– and Dana looks her up and down before deciding to not say anything. Princess’ smile becomes even wider when she spots Dennis and Trinity typing away at their workstations. The two notice her immediately as her shadow falls over them. Upon seeing the downcast look of annoyance, embarrassment, and dread written all over Trinity’s face, the nurse knew immediately that she witnessed something she never wants to see ever again.
“Guess what. There’s a new power couple in town. Our favourite actress with broken ribs and our tech-savvy attending.” Trinity groans.
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