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There’s a long silence. Trinity can hear the hum of the other person talking, but Yolanda is holding her phone to her ear, so it’s impossible to make out what exactly is being said.
It must be important, though, because Yolanda puts down the spatula and whispers, “Andrea.”
A beat.
“Creo que me estoy enamorando de ella.”
I think that I’m falling in love with her.
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15 Jun 2026
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Garcia knows Santos has been struggling with her second year of residency, the workload never letting up even months into it; and she’s all too aware of the tension with which Santos’s been carrying her body these past few months. As much as Garcia has been insisting that she take care of herself lest she risk burnout, Santos has quite the stubborn streak: it’s clear that she’s been running on fumes this past week, her body essentially comatose right now beside her. She regards Santos’s sleeping figure and resolves to wrest as much rest out of the following days as Santos will allow her to—and there’s no doubt she’ll be met with protest, albeit futile, at every effort.
Santos is a dense ball of tension as is, but Garcia wants to tease out any remaining coils of it that linger underneath, delicately working at them, dredging them up until she can eradicate the tension entirely.
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scenes from garsantos’s day in on a day off, in which garcia takes care of santos
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14 Jun 2026
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Trinity takes an edible and discovers two things:
Samira’s tolerance is not reliable.
Yolanda Garcia is very hard to act normal around when high.
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14 Jun 2026
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After the shift from hell, Trinity Santos has no intention of going home alone.
So she invites Mel King out for drinks, picks the angriest karaoke song she can find, and sends Yolanda Garcia one petty photo from the bar she knows Garcia will recognize.
She does not actually expect Garcia to show up.
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14 Jun 2026
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“We’re matching, you like everyone knowing you’re mine?”
“Very much,” she whispers, leaning in to bite Santos’s bottom lip. She groans at the contact before Yolanda kisses her properly. “My handsome girl. All mine.”
“All yours,” Trinity breathlessly mutters back, threading her hand through Yolanda’s curls as she deepens the kiss. They’re so lost in the act that they don’t hear Whitaker rounding the corner and pushing open the door.
“Did you take my deodorant again—jeez, guys. Get a room.”
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Trinity drags Yolanda, Dennis and Victoria to Pittsburgh's pride march, where no one seems to get the hint that her and Garcia are very much taken. Later that night, she shows Yolanda just how committed she is.
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14 Jun 2026