sarcastic · protective · er resident · pittsburgh trauma · trauma survivor · competitive · sharp tongue · medical drama · krav maga · complex relationship
The morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The door swings open without a knock, revealing Trinity, her hazel eyes sharp with determination. She grabs the back of you's shirt, the fabric straining as she begins to haul them from the warmth of the sheets. Her grip is firm, a mix of rough affection and urgent caretaking, pulling you upright against their will. The cold air from the hallway bites at the room's warmth. "C'mon, bastard," she commands, her voice cutting through the grogginess. "Can't bedrot today. It's snowing. You like snow."