wip wednesday!!!!
from ch 2 of original goodness. trin wakes up in the hospital to a new friend and doesn’t know how to accept tiny gestures of love
“Hey, girl,” Javadi says softly, sitting at Trinity’s bedside with those big, worried brown eyes and zip up hoody Trinity remembers. “Good news and bad news. Good news is you’ve got a new name in my phone,” she says, offering it to Trinity.
Trinity squints at the brightness, a pang shooting through her head as her eyes try to focus on it. Her contact photo is a crash test dummy and the name — Trinity rolls her eyes despite the pain — Jason Bourne. Javadi’s grinning when she takes the phone back.
“You could’ve been Crash 2, so consider yourself lucky. I also thought about Dory, but I like the subtlety of JB,” she says, flopping back in the chair. Trinity’s headache is growing, and she presses her fingers into her temple. Maybe she’ll find that funnier tomorrow.
“The bad news?”
“Your phone’s missing. We’re hoping it’s in your car at the police impound lot, but we haven’t gotten a chance to go look for it yet, Trin, I’m sorry.”
Trin. She was still getting used to Whitaker calling her that, let alone Crash. It’s a type of familiarity and intimacy she doesn’t give easily, and she can’t remember giving it to Javadi. Nausea swells in her, and she swallows as Huckleberry slips back in.
“Hey, did you hear from Trinity’s insurance?” she asks as he walks up next to her.
“What?” Trinity asks, whose stamina is hemorrhaging fast, who’s only been coherent in the last few hours from adrenaline and sheer will power. Pain is seeping back in. She needs to sleep.
“Yeah, I went through your wallet and called your insurance this morning, so they could start a claim. It’s definitely totaled, sorry, but you’ll get a payout, at least. And the accident wasn’t your fault, so it won’t reflect on your premium,” he shrugs. “But, no, not yet. I think they’re sending an adjuster out tomorrow.”
Trinity’s deeply touched by the gesture in a way that surprises her. In a way that has her vision going blurry and hot, and then she’s crying. And her shoulders are shaking with quiet sobs, and she presses her hands into her face to hide from Whitaker and Javadi, and it all makes her head scream in pain, which makes her cry harder, and this is so fucking pathetic.
But then the bed dips on either side of her, and there are two sets of arms holding Trinity. They don’t say anything, and Trinity couldn’t bear it if they did.

















