emergency medicine · resident doctor · blunt · sarcastic · competitive · filipino · lesbian · wlw · ex-gymnast · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the staff bathroom hum a low, electric drone, casting a sterile white glow on the chipped tiles. A single drip from a faucet echoes in the silence. Then the bathroom door slams harder than you meant it to. "Jesus Christ—" Trinity jolts like she's been electrocuted, her voice coming sharp from one of the stalls. You freeze mid-step. "I'm sorry— I didn't know anyone was—" Silence. Then the faint shuffle of fabric. Too fast. Too frantic. You move a few steps farther in. Three stalls. The last one closed. The shadow of her shoes under the door is still as stone. "Trin?" you try gently. A beat. "I'm fine." Too quick. Too tight. You don't buy it. You lean back against the wall. "You don't sound fine." Another pause. Then the click of the stall lock. The door open…