- trinity had been waiting for you two to get a day off together for months now. and now that you do, she declares that you have to make the most of it! in her apartment only though of course.
- after a stressful intern year, elena is finally returning to ptmc for her second year of residency. she didn't expect her first shift as an r2 to be normalâ but she definitely didn't expect to become enamored with the new intern.
youâre quite nice ââ trinity santos
trinity santos x fem!resident!reader.
summary: trinity santos is sweeter than she lets on. you find that out when she helps your four-year-old patient.
content warnings: none I can think of. mention of vomit. no use of y/n. fem reader. trinity denying sheâs a sweetie. horrible writing. inaccurate medical information. fem reader. lowkey both pinning.
authors notes: I tried. not proof-read. really should have but didnât. prompted by @/creativepromptsforwritingâs prompt #1287
word count: 2852
Youâd been here for four hours already. The day has been relatively okay but patients were beginning to pile in. Thatâs a typical day in emergency medicine for you. Being a resident wasnât always awful but it wasnât great. It had its moments. Especially on the busier days. And by busy, you mean, having no time to breathe. Though, today you could so far. Not that you intended on jinxing that.
You were at the nurses station, checking the results you had just gotten for one of your patients.
âWhatâs up, buttercup?â Trinity asked sarcastically as she slid beside you, looking up at the patient board. She had started calling you buttercup since you first met on your intern day. You had apparently been far too cheerful being in this place. Youâre both R2âs now. You knew she meant it as an insult though, having told you that youâre way too cheerful to be working here. But youâd take it.
âDebating all my life choices.â You said dryly, glancing over at her. You might be a rather joyful person but youâre not immune to utilising sarcasm. âAnd yourself?â
âDebating life choices?â She quipped sarcastically. She almost seemed amused by the idea. âDidnât know you were capable of that.â
âHilarious.â You deadpanned, giving her a sarcastic smile. âBeing thrown up on by a gastro patient, however, is not.â
âGross.â Trin said dryly, giving you a once over as if to make sure you werenât covered in vomit. You werenât, you had changed your scrubs when thatâd happened.
You hummed in agreement, glancing at her through the corner of your eye. You noticed that her eyes lingered a bit. Not that you were complaining. Though, she quickly looked away when she noticed your glance. Her eyes were now back on the patient board.
âMaybe donât get thrown up on again.â She said dryly, tapping her hand on the bench before walking away. Likely to busy herself with a patient. You watched as she walked away and out of your sight.
You finished what you were doing and went to check your patient in nine, four year old with a fractured wrist. Sheâd tripped at the park, landing on her wrist. She wasnât crying but she seemed to be anxious. Her mum seemed to be on edge. Which is fair. No kid wants to be in a hospital and no parent wants their kid in hospital either. Youâd just checked the x-ray results back, so now you just needed to inform them.
âHi, mum, miss Stella.â You said with a kind and gentle smile, logging onto the computer to get the results up for them. Youâre always warm with patients but especially paediatric patients and their families. âGood news, results are back.â
You pulled up the imaging and moved the screen for them to view it. You pointed to where the fracture is on the image as you explained the diagnosis. âSee this here? Itâs a small fracture. Known as a hairline fracture.â
âShe wonât need surgery. So, that means weâll just have to put a splint on your wrist for a few weeks so it can heal properly.â You continued, looking between the two. Her mum nodded as you spoke, taking in what you were telling her.
âHow long would she need the splint for?â Her mother asked, still a little nervous but not as stressed as before. Sheâs likely relieved it isnât a break but it still wouldnât be easy seeing your kid in pain.
â3-4 weeks. But sheâll need to avoid putting pressure on it.â You explained, rather softly. âSo, no playgrounds for a while.â
âNo playground?â Stella asked with a small pout, clearly sad by the news. Her mum ran a hand over her head, shaking her head gently. âNo, honey, not until the splint comes off.â
The four year old looked devastated by the notion. You gathered she must love running around at the playground. âSorry, kiddo. You want your wrist to feel better, right?â
She looked at you again and nodded, still a little sad at the prospect. You guessed the pain was not great for her, but sheâs handling it really well. She stopped crying a while ago and was rather relaxed. Her mumâs presence was likely helping a lot. She was soothing her daughter.
âThen we gotta make sure your wrist doesnât get hurt. Weâll put a sort of glove on your hand, itâll keep your wrist safe and in position. Itâll only be for a few weeks. Then you can go back to the playground, okay?â You said to her softly, giving her a small smile. You always tried to explain in a kid-friendly manner, wanting them to understand whatâs happening.
âOkay.â Stella said with a small nod, still sad but understanding that itâs important.
âOkay.â You repeated with a small smile. You looked back at her mum as you logged off the computer. âIâll get everything ready and put the splint on. Iâll be back shortly.â
Her mother nodded with a small smile before putting her attention back on her daughter. You took that as your cue to get things ready. You got everything from the supplies closet before making your way back to the room.
Before you could reach the room, you were stopped. Dana appeared beside you, stepping in front of you. You halted before you could walk into her. You gave her a smile, knowing she stopped you for a reason. âWhatâs up?â
âPatient in twelve.â She said, holding out a chart for you. Always straight to the point. You like that about her. You took the chart from her, eyes scanning over it. âSays chest painâs getting worse in her arm now.â
âShit.â You murmured, eyes scanning over the ECG and blood results. Yeah, you need to deal with this now.
âUm, okay.â You murmured, glancing around. You noticed Trinity, perfect. You thanked Dana and made your way to where Santos was, clearly trying to do her charting. You didnât *want* to bother her but you really also didnât want a four year old hanging around needed a splint forever.
âYou love me, right?â You asked, albeit rhetorically, with a faux-innocent smile. She looked up at you with a deadpanned expression, clearly not in the mood to talk. But her heart stopped when you said that. It was rhetorical, almost even teasing, but it still caused her heart to freeze.
She knew you were about to ask for a favour. She was busy with her own patients and charting. She didnât really have the time or energy to help anyone else. But she couldnât bring herself to tell you to fuck off. She couldnât even if she wanted to. So she kept up her usual facade, sighing and asked plainly. âWhat do you want?â
You grinned when she didnât immediately decline your request before you could ask. You half-expected her to but you werenât going to complain. âCould you please kindly put on a brace for me? Bed nine, four year old with a hairline fracture, simple.â
âYou canât do it?â She asked with raised eyebrows. She knew you were more than capable of doing such a simple task. You didnât need to ask her to do it. So there must be a reason. But she wasnât going to just agree without knowing why, despite the crush she had.
âI can but my patient in twelve has increased chest pains. Results arenât good.â You explained, silently hoping sheâd help you. Itâs not her responsibility but you want a kid to be hanging around longer than needed. âI just donât want this kid to hang around longer than needed, sheâs four. Should rest at home.â
Trinity looked at you for a few moments before letting out a small sigh, gesturing for you to hand over the supplies. You let out a relieved breath and handed it over to her, grin softening slightly.
âThank you, I owe you.â You said hatefully, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before running off to your other patient.
Meanwhile, Trinity had an almost there, small smile tugging at her lips. She shook her head to herself, making her way to the patient youâd asked her to help. Though, she paused when she noticed a sheet of stickers, quickly snatching them up before anyone noticed. With that, she continued her journey.
After you visited the patient in twelve, ordering the tests you needed, you made your way back to room nine. The four year old now had the splint on, her mum sat beside her on the chair. You noticed the splint had stickers all over it, you wondered where they came from. Maybe they had some with them.
âI see weâre all finished and ready to go?â You said with a smile, looking between the two. Stella, the kid, looked at you with a bright smile, proudly displaying her splint. âLook! I made it pretty!â
âYou sure did, I love it!â You said, matching her enthusiasm. You might be exhausted from the day so far, but kids' enthusiasm seems to always brighten your day. You donât think you could work in peds, but still, it's adorable.
âDoctor Santos let me pick!â She beamed, clearly pleased and excited at having gotten to choose some stickers. Her mum softly chuckled with a nod.
âDid she? Thatâs so sweet!â You said with a smile. Though, internally youâre surprised. Not that sheâs unkind, per se, but she seemed to have a distaste for kids. So it was a shocking revelation. One you were sure youâd bring up later.
Stella continued to ramble about the stickers and doctor Santos for a bit, they having provided a distraction from the injury. You nodded as she spoke, listening to what she was saying, responding in kind. When she finished speaking, you gave your attention back to her mother. âIâll get the discharge paperwork ready and then youâre free to go.â
With that, you gave them a last smile before exiting the room.
After you exited the room, you made your way over to where Trinity is. You grabbed the patient chart from 12 and documented your findings before you prepared the discharge for the kid. Thought you glanced over at her a few times, not quite studying but observing. Sheâs guarded. Blunt. Sarcastic. But she was good with patients. She had been with that kid. Sheâd been something almost akin to sweet.
âWhat?â Trinity asked, looking over at you suspiciously. Her heart rate increasing slightly with your gaze on her, she could practically feel your eyes.
âYou're actually quite nice." You lightly teased with a hint of an amused grin tugging at your lips. She would never admit to being a nice person. Sheâs got a good heart. But sheâs not someone whoâd let that be known.
âNo, I'm not." She scoffed, as if the notion was offensive. To her, it might be. She always kept a wall up, which you can understand. Youâre not unguarded but not as much as she is.
âYou are.â You insisted, attention now fully on her. You would let it go if it seriously pissed her off but it doesnât seem to be. Not yet, anyways. âYouâre chronically anti-children. But you gave her stickers. Which I didnât know you had, by the way. And she loved you.â
Trinity scoffed at that, though held no heat. She didnât want attention drawn to that. You picked up on that quickly. It was almost as if she was embarrassed that she was being, almost soft, with a patient.
âFound them at the desk.â She murmured, as if admitting that itâs true, was painful. She was flustered. She didnât keep stickers. But sheâd found some as she went to the room. Grabbed them just in case they might be helpful. Also because it was something you would do. God, maybe youâre rubbing off on her. She canât decide if she likes or hates it.
You grinned at that, leaning towards her slightly. You werenât teasing her now but you were keeping this between you and her. Sheâd appreciate that, youâre sure of it.
âYouâre sweet when you wanna be.â You murmured softly, so only she could hear. âItâs a good thing.â
Sheâs your co-worker. You consider her a friend. So you never let it past that. But you havenât really let yourself think of any more, though part of you begs to. Sheâs gorgeous, kind in her own way and an incredible doctor. Whatâs not to like? You know she likes girls but that didnât mean sheâd like you that way.
She just stared at you for a few moments, breath hitching almost inaudibly. It was like she was trying to process what youâd said, your proximity. She was never at a loss but she was right now.
You noticed she seemed to be caught off guard, just hearing her breath hitch. You reached a hand over to give hers a gentle squeeze before pulling back. To which, her heart jumped in her chest.
âDonât worry. Iâll keep it to myself.â You said with a soft smile, teasing but sincere. You donât want to make her uncomfortable, thatâs the last thing you want. But youâd said what you knew, how you saw her. Sweet in her own way, when she wants to be.
âGee, thanks.â She murmured sarcastically, though a small smile began to tug at her lips. She was screwed, wasnât she? That smile of yours was going to kill her. âYouâre a bad influence.â
You looked at her for a few moments, seeing that youâd managed to make her smile. It was small. But it was something. It made your smile widen. It wasnât uncommon for her to be sarcastic with you.
âBad influence?â You asked with raised eyebrows, lightly teasing. Trin just rolled her eyes at you, but the small smile was still there.
âYeah. Bad influence.â She deadpanned but it wasnât as blunt as she usually is. She didnât want to admit that you managed to soften her up over the months youâd been working together.
You grinned at her again, enjoying that youâve managed to break the wall a bit. Itâs not much. But itâs something. You looked at her for a few moments, debating if you should say what youâd been thinking. It would be taking a risk. But itâs one youâve been thinking about taking for a while.
âYou know, I said I owed you, right?â You said to her softly, recalling what youâd said to her earlier. You didnât look away from her. Youâd get back to your chart shortly. Right now, you wanted to go through with this. Even though your heart is threatening to burst from anxiety.
Trinity looked at you with her head tilted slightly, giving you a nod. Where you were going with this, she wasnât sure. But she wasnât about to assume anything. So she waited for you to continue.
âWell, I was thinking ⊠maybe I could buy you dinner or something.â You said with a small shrug, trying to keep your nerves at bay. You were nervous, no doubt about it. But may as well ask.
âLike ⊠a date?â She asked you, after the initial shock wore off. She didnât expect that. Did you ask her out? She didnât want to misinterpret the request. But it had caught her off guard. Sure, she kinda thought the two of you had dry sarcastic flirty banter. Didnât mean she was going to assume.
âUm, yeah but it doesnât have to be.â You said, the words spilling out anxiously. Youâre worried youâve just made things weird. She didnât seem repulsed but she didnât seem excited. So naturally, your brain went crazy.
She grinned slightly, almost softly, at the way you got nervous. It was cute, she thought. âNo, um, yeah. Iâd like that.â
You looked at her for a moment before you let out a relieved sigh.
âOkay. Great.â You said with a soft huff of a relieved chuckle. Thatâs good. Great. Amazing. You were so pleased she agreed but also that you didnât just make things weird.
Before she or you could say anything else, Robby walked by and noticed the two of you. Heâs not blind, heâd picked up on whatever the hell was going on there. But the department is busy.
âFlirt later. Get back to charting.â He said to the two of you, not unkindly but firm, which both your heads snapped over to him. Your eyes widened slightly while Trinity just looked offended by the accusation.
âOn it.â You said sheepishly at being caught, straighting back up and going back to charting. While Trinity just shook her head, albeit with a small smile and went back to her notes. He wandered away mumbling something about damn residents.
After heâd left, you looked back over at Trinity with a soft smile. She looked up when she felt your eyes on her. She gave you a rather soft smile in return.
You might not know where this was going. But you were excited to find out.
