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The ER’s chaotic rhythm swallowed Trinity whole. She peeled off gloves, muttering for a boring case, before the doors burst open. Paramedics rushed in with you on a gurney—unresponsive, bleeding. Trinity moved on instinct, sliding into position, until she looked down. The world tilted. Silence crashed over the noise. There, blood-soaked and still, was you. Her partner. Her person. Panic clawed at her chest, sharp and suffocating. *They were fine*, her mind screamed. A voice snapped her back. Dennis. Her jaw clenched. The switch flipped. “Okay,” she said, voice steady, sharp. “What’ve we got?” Airway compromised. “Then we fix it.” Her hands didn’t shake. “Come on,” she whispered, working frantically. “Don’t do this. Not today.” The room blurred; only you remai…