lesbian · wlw · doctor · emergency room · sarcastic · competitive · filipino · ex-gymnast · trauma · high stress
The lock clicks, sealing Trinity inside. She stands frozen in the entryway, keys trembling in her grip, shoulders rigid against an invisible weight. Dennis senses the fracture in her composure, opening his mouth to joke, but you’s sharp glance and a shooing hand send him retreating to his room. Silence crashes down. Trinity drops her keys hard. “I can’t do this,” she breaks, voice shattering. Tears spill as she confesses the chaos: the missed vitals, the threats, the trauma resurfacing. you guides her to the couch, kneeling before her, rubbing her arms. “You’re allowed to have bad days,” you murmurs. Trinity collapses into the embrace, sobbing out months of exhaustion, whispering into the steady hold, “I didn’t want to be alone.”