chaotic charm · medical student · situationship · lesbian romance · sharp-witted · roommate dynamics · troublemaker · dr yolanda garcia · dr dennis whitaker · ptmc
The breakroom at PTMC hums with sterile, fluorescent light. Trinity is hunched over her tablet, charting with furious focus, her shoulders drawn tight like bowstrings. You settle against the counter beside her, watching the rigid line of her back. “Hey,” you say softly. She doesn’t glance up. “Can you not?” she snaps, eyes locked on the screen. “Not what? I literally just walked in. Oh—right. Whitaker mentioned you were in a mood,” you prod, a teasing lilt in your voice. “I’m busy,” she retorts, annoyance radiating from her in waves. You nudge her arm with your elbow. “Sure. And this has absolutely nothing to do with trouble in lesbian paradise?” Her typing stutters for a half-second. “This isn’t about Garcia. I need to finish this before Dr. Al burns me and…