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Whitaker has never called out sick for any job he’s had. Not even at six years old with chicken pox, crying as he fed the chickens and Noah folded himself over the fence to tell him that he might as well try the feed too while he was at it since he was turning into a chicken himself. Not even his newspaper route at thirteen when the only things that held the jagged flesh of his thigh together were paper towels and an ace bandage. And none of the days leading into a full moon night where he feels like his skin is stretched too tight over his bones and any wrong move could split him apart at his seams and birth a monster onto the scuffed white floor of the ED.
Sometimes hearing everything means you hear nothing at all. Between the beeping and whirring and murmuring and shouting and rolling and squeaking and slamming, Whitaker could have thought once an emergency department might be hell on earth. But all that noise around him means he can’t hear any of the noise within him, and that is in itself a blessing.
[Or Whitaker's first full moon at the Pitt.]
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10 Jun 2026
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Trinity regards the fridge with a look almost calculating in its intensity. From Whitaker’s room, a muffled sob.
Fuck it. She’s making tinola.
Or: One week in the Whitaker-Santos household.
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06 Jun 2026
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Trinity has Amy all figured out. The woe is me, handle my shit for me routine is so obvious.
It all becomes a little less obvious when Trinity actually has to have a conversation or two with her.
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31 May 2026
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Sometimes Dennis misses Broken Bow.
It’s not like he isn’t glad he got out. He had to. That was non-negotiable. But still, he tells himself, he’s allowed to miss it without regret. The two are not indivisible from each other.
Which is why, when his father calls him ten times in one night, Dennis almost picks up.
or, Dennis hasn't talked to his parents in four years. Until one day a certain John Whitaker shows up in the ER, hand infected and demanding to see his son.
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29 May 2026
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“Holy shit,” Santos says. “There’s a baby priest in triage.”
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Dennis Whitaker, in his last year of seminary, is delighted to be assigned to a rectory in Pittsburgh, and to the hospital chaplaincy that comes along with it. Finally, he's out into the world, where he can be of real use.
Slightly less welcome is Doctor Robinavitch, the senior attending of the ER, who seems to resent Whitaker's presence to the point of deliberate avoidance, even though the man is coming apart at the seams and could clearly use a friendly ear. Still, Whitaker is certain he'll find a way to make the most of the last twelve months before he's ordained.
It's just that lately he's started to have the strangest dreams.
Or: Dennis Whitaker and Michael Robinavitch's lovestruck, sacrilegious year of magical thinking.
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28 May 2026
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phenomenal, jaw-dropping, showstopping. priest dennis and really grounded theology with references. a joy to read, tempo is perfectly slow, lingering on the details.