#Trinity(oc)

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Ionel's & Escher's blossoming friendship is a very brittle one.

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Bright Lights (Chapter 2)

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, post-divorce healing, Pitt Fest is a warning of its own, medical inaccuracies.

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Word count:  2.0k

Universe: The Pitt

Reader gender: Female

Tagged: @questionably-intelligent69 , @dizzybee03 , @virgomillie , @mrsjosephmazzello , @sus-styles , @moonshooter , @hagarsays @that-sarcastic-writer , @ddrawers96 , @pear-1206 , @nerdgirljen & @penbridgertonn

Part 2 of 4

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6:30pm

Frankie gave no thought to the blood coating her clothes and hands; she needed to focus on keeping pressure on the wound. Her patient’s life depended on it; as the van was driven at a near breakneck speed. Her keen eyes kept checking the young man’s vitals as much as she could without her necessary medical devices. It was hard not to think back to Pitt Fest, to not think of what they had just escaped from by the skin of their teeth.

Despite not being shot, the experience would leave no visible scar, just as long lasting. Frankie would have to live with the knowledge and memory of the utter panic and devastation wrought by whoever pulled the trigger.

No amount of preparation or emergency medical training could measure up to facing an active shooting. She had felt helpless, as if she had been wading through waist deep water before another tidal wave had struck. Forcing her under, struggling to resurface as terrified people rushed past her.

Frankie, in her scramble for supplies, had mistakenly taken her partner’s jacket from the cab of the ambulance, only to use it as a blanket, carefully draping it over the shivering form of an injured festival goer who had delicately placed in the back of a van. One that would leave her, the one transporting her directly to the nearest trauma center.

She knew that her friend would have done the same; it was a replaceable article of clothing. She had done it to preserve body heat. To give the patient a fighting chance for making it to the hospital alive. Yet, she could not see the events that she had put in motion.

ROBINAVITCH, each letter was dripping in the blood of another.

It was far from a pleasant sight; she didn’t have time to linger on such thoughts as the blood of her patient soaked through the bandages that she carefully wrapped around the gushing wound. She pulled each layer tighter than the previous one to hold the dressing underneath in place. Her hands applied further pressure, but still the blood continued to flow. This wasn’t good. 

“What’s our ETA?” She shouted out to the van’s driver. As she tried to calculate how long she had before her patient slipped deeper in the danger zone. Frankie felt every shift, every turn that the van took as they inched closer and closer to its final designation.

“Five minutes out” Keeping his gaze fixed on the road, the driver answered, carefully negotiating the many bends and turns. She still did not know the name of the Samaritan who had stepped up, swiftly offering his work vehicle to transport the wounded. It had a moment of showcasing the best of humanity as others followed by example.

With the passenger in the back on the other side of the patient, Frankie took a second to glance at them. “We’ve almost here” A tired smile graced their lips but their eyes remained fixed downwards upon the more severely injured party, the husband. From the little information that Frankie had gleamed from the wife, he had been shielding a mother and her young child, trying to get them out of harm’s way, only to take the full force of shot to the chest.

The wound was deep, but she couldn’t truly assess how serious it truly was. Frankie was certain of one fact, it hadn’t been instantly fatal as her patient was still fighting for his life. The very fine threads that held him still hovering between this world and the next. The minutes were ticking by; his life was ebbing in tandem.

“As soon as those doors open, let the staff do their job,” she confidently spoke to the wife, knowing that genuine sense of panic would rapidly descend as soon as they rolled into the ambulance bay. The EMT mask clicked back into place.

“I need you to take over, keep pressure on the wound whilst I checked him over” Frankie watched as she actively listened, replacing her hands upon dressing. “Sam, my husband’s name is Sam,” the wife said, smiling lovingly down at him, concern slide in beside it. Today would remain forever etched in their collective memories, regardless of the outcome.

“I’m Lara” Frankie nodded; at least she had their names; she could refer to them by instead of just wife or patient. “Frankie,” she replied as the van came to a screeching halt. The metal van’s chassis muffled the voices, but she could hear and distinguish a few words.

Red, Pink, Yellow 

The emergency protocols were already underway; they were categorising all incoming traffic, trying to ensure that nothing was missed. As the back doors were pulled open, Frankie seized this opportunity to speak. 

“Male, in his 40s with a single GSW to the chest” The words flowed naturally as if she was rolling a gurney through those ambulance bay doors with a doctor and nurse ready to receive her report from the field, just like any normal day. This was far from normal as she watched the doctor deliver his own assessment, taking her words to heart as someone slapped a red band on his wrist.

Frankie could finally relax as she silently watched the handover continue on as they carefully helped Sam out of the van and onto a gurney. Before his wife Lara followed, with a green slap band on her wrist. She smiled as exhaustion settled in as Lara briefly turned to mouth ‘thank you’ before disappearing out of sight.  ----------------------------------------- 7pm

The chaos that erupted in an instant dwarfed the ordinary sounds of whistles and alarms. This was exactly where she thrived. Santos was born this for, as she rushed from patient to patient, noting the variety of injuries and wounds that came from a massive casualty. This experience would allow her to climb the ranks in medicine and discover her place in the field.

Whether that it was down here in the Pitt, facing the unpredictability of emergency medicine, or with a ten blade in her hand cutting away with the best in surgery. 

It was intoxicating as she danced between the yellow and pink zones, focused on being present in the most pressing cases. Knowing that the chance to prove herself would come, then she could help alongside the attendings in the red zone.

Show off the mad skills that she knew she possessed. Some might see as arrogance; to her, it ran deeper, to the bone. This was a defence mechanism, a drive to survive against the odds stacked against her.

Trinity Santos had to be the best, at the top of every class. This was her way out, to provide to all her doubters that she could, no would make it as a Doctor. Her past did not define her, yet it shaped her through all she had endured.

None of that mattered here and now; she needed to remain focused, no matter how much her feet throbbed, no matter how much she wished she could find a quick space and take a quick five-minute nap. 

Heading to the yellow zone

Pink, unconscious, with no visible wounds

Moving to up to red

The calls came from all around the department as gurneys whizzed past, new patients at the beginning of line and ones who had been there since the very start. Treatment changing by the second as their conditions either stabilised enough to bump the ever-growing surgery list or deteriorated in a blink of an eye. Thinking on the fly, improvising treatment, this was a rush but fall out would come, eventually.

Yet, it was something ordinary that caught her eye, a jacket that she had seen a fair few times through the shift. The standard issue jacket that all incoming paramedics wore. It was part of their identity, making them easy to see amongst the throngs of darting bodies that navigated the corridors of the department.

They had folded the jacket and set it aside, but as Santos approached, more details became visible. Dried out blood stains littered the fabric, yet it didn’t match the wounds on the patient laying in the bay. It was far too big; it would swallow them whole if they had been the one wearing it.

This was not its original owner. Without a second thought, Trinity slipped her gloved hands beneath the folds, lifting it up to get a closer look, only to find a name staring right back at her as the fabric unfurled. One that she had come to know in the last twelve and a half hours.

Robinavitch, Dr Robby. Countlessly questions arose as the sound of her name brought back to reality.

“Kid, are you alright? You were staring off into space…” Dana, the brisk but maternal voice at the very heart of the Department, trailed off as her gaze found their way on the jacket, to the embossed name. An awkward silent crept in without warning; Santos still with a thousand questions on the tip of her tongue.

The ever present charge nurse knew something; she held the key to her rapidly growing desire for answers to this most delicious of riddles. Yet, nothing came in the seconds that followed. Instead, a wall had risen suddenly between the two of them.

“I’ll take that, focus on the patients” Trinity had wanted nothing more than to bite back defiantly and prod deeper. Before she had the change to inquire any further down the rabbit hole, Dana had carefully plucked her prize and turned on her heel, making her escape. Trinity knew her place on the totem pole, one of the lowest rungs, but this encounter had been the strangest of the shift thus far. ---------------------------------------------------

6:20pm Pitt Fest

You had lost track of time; silence between gun shots and the piercing fearful screams had only gotten shorter. This was how you had been judging time by, as you wandered through the haze. A crippling sense of utter confusion, pain, and blind fear had overruled your innate desire to flee. That very human nature to escape from a perceived threat, one that was too real.

Jake

Leah

Frankie

Each face flashed before your eyes as you continued on stumbling past the turned over tents, tables and countless decorations and bunting spread across what once had been a pathway. You had to find someone, anyone, to make sure that they were safe. Your gaze shifted left, then right, searching for the smallest sign of life. You lost your radio in the first stampede, tramped under the many pairs of fleeing.

Your phone hadn’t been faring any better; the signal had long since jammed up as the number of people attempting to reach out steadily climbed by the second.

You had tried calling, texting Jake’s number a fair few times but it no longer connected, the messages remained unsent. Communication over the airwaves had broken down quicker than you had thought it might; all you could rely on was your senses. No matter how hard each step felt, you had to continue forward.

It was eerie to think about how less than an hour ago, music had flooded from every direction. New meeting oldies, merging into an interesting middle ground. It had been fascinating to watch as people danced along, stumbled over misremembered lyrics, and laughed like there was no tomorrow.

It had been a wonderful to witness as you had wandered through the thoroughfare as you had tried to retrace your steps back to the delicious notes of mouth-watering flavours that had caught your attention when you first had arrived. You had never found the vendor, you couldn’t remember even sampling any of the wide range of foods available.

So much of it wasted away, mixing with the mud and ground beneath your feet. Your stomach answered the question that hadn’t even been asked. The world started to spin as you took a few more steps, but your next thought never came, as a shoulder barged forcibly into you, knocking you clean off your feet.

Darkness consumed your vision, as muted voices mixed as you fell into the sweet embrace of the depths of the unconscious mind. ------------------------------------- If anyone wishes to tagged in any of the Pitt x Reader content, please reply or message me                                

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-- psst, this is my oc trinity. song is "look who's inside again" by bo burnham.

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These videos have got me in stitches i swear but oh so good inspo for art 😈

Lilia as the fairy god mother ft. trinity and a sad silver

Inspo

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My heart belongs to u - RR

Pairing: Roman x Destiny

Higher ground by Stevie wonder was playing loudly in Joe’s limo as him and his mom were on their way to a hall for her surprise birthday party. His mom Patricia currently thought her and her son were just going for a nice dinner. Little did she know.

Arriving he got out the car before going to his moms side Helping her out, leading her to the building.

Making his mother walk first she was about to question why it was so dark but was startled when the lights turned on. "Supriseeeee!" Her eyes watered seeing all her loved ones.

"I knew you had something planned you sneaky bastard, you were acting so weird" she said smacking her sons arm before pulling him into a hug. "You know i suck at keeping secrets. Happy birthday mom I love you" giving her a kiss on the cheek he let her go so she could greet everyone else.

It’s been 40 minutes into the party and Joe was laughing it up with Josh , Jon and Trinity. "Hey Uce I was gonna ask did you invite sis?" Jon asked making it go kinda quiet between the four of them. "Uh yeah I sent her an invite but she never got back to me back or anything. So I don’t think she’s coming" he drank all the whiskey in his cup not caring that his throat burned.

"I’m gonna go grab another drink, I’ll be back" he announced walking away as it was still kinda awkward. "Jon what the heck. Why did u ask that look now he’s upset" Trinity said smacking Jon slightly as he took a sip of his drink giving his wife a side eye.

Joe sat at the bar staring at his phone. He was reading their old messages. God did he miss her. If maybe he just tried harder to fight for her. Make more time for her. They would be married by now. but no now he was here thinking about the day his fiancé left him.

"Morning boo boo" Destiny said playfully walking to Joe who was in their kitchen drinking coffee. "Morning baby I made your coffee" leaning down he kissed her before pulling away.

She jumped up sitting on the counter before grabbing her coffee, Joe quickly going to stand in between her legs making her giggle.

"You ready for today" she smiled up at him as he held a confused face "What’s today?" Her smile quickly turned into a frown "we’re going cake testing…for our wedding cake" Destiny spoke with a "duh tone"

Joe drank the last bit of his coffee, putting it in the sink "Oh right I completely forgot. Yeah today won’t work out we’re gonna have to reschedule"

"The fuck you mean reschedule. I’m not rescheduling a cake testing for the fourth time Joe" jumping off the counter she dumped the rest of her coffee, not wanting to drink it anymore.

"Well your gonna have to cause I can’t even go" crossing his arms he leaned his back against the counter staring at his fiancé"

She shook her head in disbelief chuckling under her breath "Seems like you can’t go to anything, unless it involves your fucking work"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh you heard me nigga. Excuse me my ass" walking upstairs Joe followed her. "No I wanna know what you mean by that. Destiny your being so fucking dramatic right now"

Halting she turned around "Joe you haven’t been involved of any of the wedding planning. I’ve done everything so far. Everytime we have to go see our wedding planner I always end up going alone. It’s not my wedding Joe. It’s our wedding. Picking out the floweres, the venue, the setting gosh everything! I did alone. So I’m sorry if I’m being dramatic cause I want my fucking soon to be husband there for at least one thing"

"Okay okay I’ll be there baby just calm down. Okay" pecking her lips her wrapped his arms around her making her lean into his chest, his chin resting on top of her head.

"Okay I do quickly have to meet up with hunter. But I promise you it’ll be quick just send me the address and I’ll be there" pecking her lips again making her pout.

"You promise?" Nodding his head he gave her another kiss before leaving.

Joe was 1 hour into the meeting and there was still so much to go over. He cringed as he typed up a message to send to Destiny telling her he couldn’t make it to the cake testing.

It’s been 4 hours since he texted Des that he couldn’t make it but she never called or texted back. He tried calling her when he was driving home but she never answered so he decided to wait till he got to their house.

Opening the front door he noticed all the lights were off and the eerie silence. Usually Destiny’s music was playing or something but nothing, just silence. "Destiny. Baby where are you?" Going past the kitchen he noticed her ring there along with a note.

"No No no no no, please tell me I’m fucking dreaming . Please god" his eyes burned with tears as he slowly picked up the note.

Dear Joe,

I tried I really did, but you didn’t at that was the problem. I want to be with you, I want to marry you, I want to have children with you, but how can we do that when your always leaving me in the dust? How are you ready for marriage when you can barley be a fiancé? I’ve known you for 15 years, dated you for 10 and been your fiancé for 2. I guess that’s ending now. I love you Joe always have and always will and I wish things would have gone differently

- love Destiny

He didn’t even realize that he was crying until a few tears hit the paper. Quickly digging into his phone he called her number but it went straight into voicemail.

Joe snapped into reality when he felt someone shaking his shoulder. Looking up he saw his cousin Dwayne who gave him a sad smile before sitting next to him.

"Hey man you okay?" Nodding his head Joe took another sip of his drink. "I don’t know man… I ju- I just miss her I wish she was here right now. She should be here right now. Her and my mom were so close too" Sighing he took another gulp of his drink.

Dwayne opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by hearing Patricia screaming joyfully. Both men looked over seeing her run over to Destiny who just walked in holding a gift bag with a big smile on her face as she hugged Joe’s mom.

He quickly stood up as his body was in shock. Destiny was here right now In the same room as him. After not seeing her for 2 months. She looked good a little too good. "Gah Damn" looking to his left he saw Dwayne staring at her biting his lip.

I mean he couldn’t blame him Destiny looked gorgeous he loved the blonde hair on her. "Aye you need to chill out biting your damn lip so hard it’s about to bleed.

Dwayne released his lip before looking at his cousin. "Hey my bad man, but you deny that your fian- I mean ex fiancé looks damn good" turning his head back to him Joe glared at Dwayne.

"You know I think ima ju-"

"Yeah go. Please go"

Dwayne left as joes focus went back to Destiny who was now talking to Trinity, Josh and Jon. Needing the liquid courage Joe tossed back the rest of his drink before walking over to them.

Destiny’s smile slowly faded when she saw him walk towards them as everyone else at the table went quiet just looking between the two. The tension was so thick you could’ve cut it with a knife.

The two were just staring at each other before Des smiled at him speaking up. "Heyyy Joe, how are you buddy!?" Everyone around the table visibly cringed including herself.

Joe put on the same smile matching her energy "I’m doing greatttt how are you, sister!?" His smiled quickly faded as his face went blank again. Josh let out a small laugh making everyone look at him as he tried to cover it with a cough.

"Don’t be like that Joe" Destiny said drinking some of her wine. "Be like what? It’s not like I’m seeing my fiancé for the first time in 2 months after she left me right?"

"Ex fiancé" she corrected making his jaw tick. No way she really just did that he thought. "That’s how you really gonna act. After seeing me for the first time in 2 months, your gonna act all nonchalant Des. Really?"

Destiny gulped seeing his eyes full with hurt. She was also hurt, but she tried to cover it up the best she could. "What do you want me to say Joe?"

"I want you to talk to me on why you just left m-" he was cut off by the DJ before he could finish what he was saying making him groan in annoyance.

"Can everyone please make their way to the main floor so we can sing mama here a happy birthdayyyyy"

Destiny quickly walked away as Joe slowly walked his way to the floor. "Hey man it’s okay you guys need to go talk alone after" Josh said squeezing his cousins shoulder.

"She can barley look at me. I understand she’s upset but I feel like we need to have a real conversation"

"And y’all will"

Everyone gathered around Patrica and sang happy birthday before she blew out the candles as sounds of claps and cheers filled the air.

Destiny threw her head back laughing dancing a little as Trinity and Savelina (Aka Nia Jax) were having a dance off, Temperature by Sean Paul blaring through the speakers.

A few songs later a familiar beat hit Destiny’s ears as she immediately recognized the beat of her and Joe's favourite song My heart belongs to U by Jodeci.

She felt a hand at the small of her back, turning around she saw him standing there with him palm out requesting a dance. "Can i please have a dance with you"

Destiny was gonna say no but was to weak to as she was feeling too many emotions hit her. Putting her hand in Joe's as he led her to the middle of the dance floor where some other couples were dancing.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she did the same wrapping hers around his broad shoulders as. Destiny looked up seeing Joe‘s eyes already on her as they swayed back n forth to the music.

You can have my love

You're the girl of my life

Am I all you're dreamin' of

Yes, you're my desire

They continued looking into each other’s the lyrics of the song hitting them harder than ever as all of their memories together were rushing through their heads.

Their conversations before bed, them cooking together, the family cookouts, the sex. Their Love. Just everything was hitting them.

Whatever you want

Whatever you need

My heart belongs to you

Feeling overwhelmed she stepped back before walking away ignoring Joe calling her name as she wiped her tears. "Destiny"

She continued walking seeing a door that led to a balcony. Opening it she stepped out letting the cool air slap her in the face.

Putting her hands on the railing she looked into the view as she heard the door open and shut behind here. "Destiny" his deep stern voice hit hear ears making her turn around.

"Please baby just let me talk you don’t have to say anything. Just listen" walking up to her he grabbed her hands placing a kiss on them as her lip quivered, eyes burning from the tears she was holding.

"I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry, I should’ve put more focus into our relationship, I let work take all my time that I pushed back all of our own personal time to the side, and I’m sorry for that. I understand now how my choices affected you and our wedding plans. I was so focused on my work that I neglected the most important part of my life—you. I took for granted the love we shared and the commitment we made to one another. I can’t express enough how sorry I am for not putting you first. Destiny, I want you to know that I still love you deeply. Every day without you has felt incomplete, and I’ve come to understand just how lost I am without you by my side. I want to make things right. I want to show you that I can be the partner you deserve, one who prioritizes our love over anything else. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and allow me to take this chance to win you back. You mean everything to me, and I would do anything to have you in my life again. I love you so much baby and my heart always has and always will belong to you.

Destiny let out the sob that was trapped in her throat taking in everything that he just said. She took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Joe, I appreciate your apology and I know it took a lot to admit where you were wrong, and I can see you truly mean it and care." She paused for a moment thinking about how she felt for those two months without him. "I miss you so so much and my love for you never left. I know work can take over sometimes, and I understand we all make mistakes. I forgive you and I want to give us another chance.

Nodding his head he smiled at her he put his hands on her hips pulling her into him. "I promise to do better" leaning his forehead against hers.

"I love you Destiny" he whispered. A smile broke across her face "I love you too, Joseph"

Closing the distance between them their lips met in a passionate kiss. The kiss was filled with love, forgiveness and hope.

Pulling apart they both had big smiles on their faces making them both let out a laugh. "Oh before I forget" digging in his pocket he pulled out Destiny’s engagement ring slipping it on her finger.

"Why is it in your pocket? He lightly scratched the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I took your ring with me everywhere cause it brought me some kind of comfort"

"Awww baby you missed me that much" she teased pecking his lips as he tried to hold back his smile. "Yeah yeah whatever, let’s go back inside" he spoke giving her another long kiss.

That was a little different from how I usually write so I hope you still enjoy it. Sorry if there is any errors

Should I do a part two with smut i lowkey think they need some nasty makeup sex ngl.

Let me know

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Trinity!!