Jul 16
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Around half-past seven on Thursday morning, Yolanda gets her first page back down to the Pitt.
From across the trauma room, Trinity tracks her every move.
At first, Yolanda dismisses the feeling of familiar green eyes on her, chalking it up to imagination or coincidence, but the sensation doesn’t disappear. If the second-year resident isn’t actively working on forty-two-year-old Matthew Scala, checking his sats, or glancing at Ellis for instruction, she is watching Yolanda.
Yolanda can feel it.
She feels a lot about it, too.