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“I would rather die than be treated by them,” Santos hissed as Whitaker illegally parked the car in the ambulance bay, opening the passenger door for Santos.
“I know,” Whitaker murmured before running in to get help and a gurney as Santos was huddled over.
“But I’m not losing another patient.”
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Santos + appendicitis + being treated by the PTMC nightshift where they find out all of her medical history = not a happy girl
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- Part 11 of And they were roommates...
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Goddamn fucking Pisces.
“Oh my God, don’t cry,” Santos blurted. “It’s not that ugly.”
Letting out a shaky laugh, he wiped his eyes as he faced her.
“It’s not the cake.”
“Then what?”
“No one’s ever… done anything for my birthday before,” Whitaker eventually said.
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- Part 8 of And they were roommates...
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Santos was usually quite pleasant and willing to engage with her trauma counsellor.
But not on days she was speculated to have an undiagnosed personality disorder.
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- Part 10 of And they were roommates...
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Clearing his throat, Santos snapped out her daze so hard she nearly fell off the couch.
“Jesus,” she muttered, dragging a hand to her face - evidently trying to wipe any mist out of her eyes before continuing. “You can’t just appear like that.”
“You left the light on,” Whitaker spoke as he tentatively walked toward her, finally taking a look at her from the front.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, lines that didn’t usually exist on her forehead stuck out easily on her pale skin as her lip subtly quivered back and forth.
Santos was lively and loud.
This person wearing his room-mate's skin looked drained and weary.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Whitaker asked as he leaned against the coffee table.
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Anniversary of Santos's best friend's death rolls around but she's not alone this time.
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- Part 7 of And they were roommates...
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I'll be staying light, like a kite, like a feather by rollingintheshallow
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
21 Mar 2026
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Staring at him, completely mortified with mussed hair and the look of morning in her eyes she blurted.
“What the fuck!”
Whitaker flinched at that, immediately rising to his feet as well on the opposite end of the couch. “I didn’t do anything!”
“I didn’t say you did anything!” Santos all but yelled with her hands in the air.
“You looked like you were going to!” Whitaker responded, reciprocating the energy she was giving in his completely shocked and startled tone.
“I always look like I have something to say!” Santos snapped, fingers digging into the hoodie that was very clearly his.
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Santos has taken it upon herself to do the lord's work: teach Whitaker how to be a cultured human being.Cue an adobo cooking run, heated Mario Kart, impromptu movies and accidental dozing off. Together, in between all the sibling banter and domestic room-mate hood they have found themselves in.
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- Part 5 of And they were roommates...
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Whitsantos in the wild :3
[marked as complete but its technically a oneshot series so i *could* update again]- Words:
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I Won't Quit On You by rollingintheshallow
Fandom Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Sunrise On The Reaping - Suzanne Collins
09 Feb 2026
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Honestly just three chapters in the form of 3 seperate fics because I like titles
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Trinity was used to being alone now. It had taken a few months, almost a year really, but she finally settled into a rhythm. It's difficult when you spend your whole life with someone, always there to guide you and support you, and then they just leave. No one teaches you how to cope with that—not unless you're willing to pay a $150 copay for it.
The app on her phone said she successfully made it 413 calendar days without cutting herself. Good for her. That was when she invited Dennis, the little weasel himself, to live with her, occupying the space that she had just gotten used to being empty.
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OR: My Trinity Santos ficBookmarked by rollingintheshallow
14 Jul 2026
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The cool night air smacked at her cheeks as she left the bar. She looked up at the cloudy sky, reflecting the green of The Lanes’ neon lights, and let out a sigh of disappointment. Things could’ve been so different. Why was Vi like this? How had things turned so bitter between them?
An unmistakable cackle brought her gaze back to the street. Not now. Right in front of her, head tilted and grinning ear to ear, was the last person she expected to see.Series
- Part 1 of Advice and Vices
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02 May 2026
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Trinity stumbled towards the bathroom, her joints popping and creaking. She tripped over a thrash bag that Whitaker was supposed to grab on his way out in the morning, barely regained her balance, closed and locked the door, then finally, finally dropped down beside the toilet, throwing up everything she had in her stomach.
She groaned. Redbulls were pricy as fuck.Trinity breaks down after an particularly unlucky day at the Pitt.
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06 Apr 2026
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“Holy shit.” Ogilvie’s voice startles her back to reality; he’s suddenly paused, jaw a little slack.
Maybe he’ll faint, like Javadi’s first day.
She almost smiles at the thought— until her eyes lock onto the cause of his momentary shock. There’s a definite proximal tibia shaft fracture, bone jutting right out, but that’s not it. Her eyes drift further up the leg, to the upper thigh, where cuts litter the skin. Trinity feels her own thigh itch; scar tissue is sensitive, and it doesn’t help when she’s actively thinking about them and overheating under her scrubs.
“Not what’s important right now.” Thank fucking god for Samira. Trinity nods, focusing on the swelling lower down instead. That’s what needs immediate attention.
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31 Mar 2026
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Santos smiles. “You know, I meant what I said.”
“What’s that?”
Santos turns her head to meet Garcia’s heavy gaze. “I think you might kill me.”
Garcia glances down to her jaw and then to her lips before coming back to Santos’ eyes.
“I think you might kill me first."A simple apology leads to mind-blowing sex as Santos and Garcia become obsessed with getting each other off. Part smut, part character study, part Santos growing, and healing, and experiencing all the pain and joy of letting herself be known.
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- Part 1 of KMG
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Bookmarked by rollingintheshallow
19 Mar 2026