Since Trinity decided that she needed to have a conversation with Langdon like an adult and them agreeing that being professional is the best course of action for peak patient care, a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. Of course they weren't going to waltz around like besties, but just being able to be in the same room without biting each other's heads off was a massive improvement. Everyone working in the ED would agree.

Her and Yolanda also decided that tiptoeing around each other and their feelings was going to lead them nowhere. They are now approaching their 6 month anniversary of officially being together.

So yes, Trinity was having a good couple weeks.

Charting has also become much easier since finishing her R2 year. She has a steadfast process on how to maximise charting in minimum time. Call it a routine if you will. She was currently sat at a desk typing up a chart for her recent patient. A 42 year old female with severe heart burn and acid reflux. An easy case with barely any effort needed and should be discharged in the next hour, when she got a text from none other than Yolanda.

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"Hi there stranger, just finished with surgery and gonna head to the restaurant downstairs for something to eat. Care to join for a quick lunch?"

Trinity smiled down at her phone and typed a quick "meet you in 10". She finished the last couple of sentences and saved the chart before logging out and heading to Dana.

"Hey Dana, is it cool with you if I take a quick lunch break? I'm starving." She looks at Dana with hopeful eyes. Even if the ED was quiet today, Dana always found a way to keep her busy. Dana looked up from her own computer and shot Trinity a small mother- like smile.

"Go ahead Santos, I will have Mel cover for you while you're gone. But keep your eyes on your pager!" Dana yells at an already retreating Trinity.

"Dana I love you and I thank you!" She shouts back making her way to the cute little restaurant downstairs. She almost immediately spots Yolanda at their usual table, their eyes meeting as Trinity approaches and takes a seat across from Yolanda. She lightly clasps her hand under the table, smiling softly.

"Dr Garcia," she acknowledges.

"Dr Santos," Yolanda greets back.

Although basically everyone knew that the two doctors were official, they made a unanimous decision to keep things at work private and professional, choosing to focus solely on their jobs when at PTMC. But that doesn't mean that the two can't have lunch together as co workers.

"How was the surgery?" Trinity asked, seeing tired lines around Yolanda's eyes, slight indentations of the mask she wore during operations still visible around her nose.

"Longer than expected, there were some complications that were not entirely expected but we got it under control in time at least. The patient is now recovering in ICU." Trinity could see there was an internal battle that Yolanda was fighting. She knew the surgeon did not like when something was out of her control. Just as she was about to express her concern the waiter came over putting 2 plates in front of the doctors.

"You ordered for me?" Trinity asked, not too surprised.

"Yes, I didn't want to waste time knowing either of us could be paged at any second before getting to eat." Yolanda explained, taking a bite out of her bacon, avocado and feta wrap.

Trinity looked down at her bowl of chicken and mushroom alfredo, her stomach growling slightly just at the sight of the delicious looking pasta. She picks up a hearty bite with her fork almost needing to contain a moan when the flavours hit her tongue, opting for a sigh instead.

"Thank you. Why did you get something so healthy, not that it even surprises me." She laughs after swallowing the bite of food.

"I'm not too hungry today, wanted to keep it light." Yolanda says as she puts the half she was eating back down on the plate. That immediately concerns Trinity. Now she knows something is wrong. She lightly takes the hand that Yolanda was busy wiping in her own, brows furrowed and green eyes staring into the distracted brown ones.

"Hey, talk to me. What happened in there?" She asks softly, referring to the surgery that just took place. Yolanda squeezes her hand, eyes darting from side to side trying to find the right words.

"There shouldn't have been any complications. It was supposed to be a less than 2 hour procedure but turned into almost double that." She explains, not keeping eye contact.

"Every surgery or procedure has the chance of complications Yo, you know you can't blame yourself for that." Trinity tries to reassure the surgeon, knowing she can be hard on herself.

"I was the one that did the initial assessment in the ED. I concluded that there would be no risks. I don't know why or how I could have missed an internal bleed. I should have triple checked. This is not something that should be happening in my OR. Now Walsh got her ass handed to her by Shamsi because of my negligence since she was the lead surgeon." Yolanda retracts her hand from Trinity's grip to rub a palm over her face.

"What did Walsh say?" Trinity asks softly. Putting her hands back on her lap.

"She also didn't catch it. And that there were no indications of a bleed, but she didn't do the primary survey. That was on me. She was just trying to make me feel better." Yolanda sighs. She is not one that likes to be pitied. If she did something wrong she wants to hear it straight.

"Out of everyone in the OR, no one saw or depicted a bleed. I am guessing you were the first one to catch it?" Trinity states more than actually asks.

"Yes, bu-"

"And you stopped the bleed and stabilised the patient, who is now alive and recovering?" She interrupted quietly.

"Yes."

"Then you did an amazing job and saved a patient's life. You are an immensely skilled surgeon Yolanda. Don't doubt yourself over something that was nearly impossible to see during the initial assessment." Trinity explains softly, holding out her hand, palm facing upwards and motioning for Yolanda to take her hand. Yolanda looks at her and then her outstretched arm, sighs and takes it into her own.

"Thank you, Trin." She says almost as a whisper. Trinity shoots her a smile and wink while squeeing her hand. Just as she was about to take another bite of her alfredo, her pager went off.

"Fuck, MVA trauma incoming. ETA 3 minutes." Trinity states as she is already getting up from the booth.

"I will get your food to go, they are most likely going to ask for a surgery consult so I will see you shortly, Dr Santos." Yolanda smiled up at her as she was waving over their waiter, professionalism already taking over again like second nature.

"I'm counting on it, Dr Garcia." Trinity smiles back as she turns and jogs to the ER. She makes it just in time to see the paramedics wheel a gurney in, Dr Robby, Mel and Cassie already at the sides.

"What do we got?" Robby asks as she joins them, not yet getting a good look at the patients face, more assessing the obvious broken leg in front of her.

" 62 year old male, MVA, swerved off the road and collided with a telephone pole. Multiple lacerations, possible femur fracture with crush injuries on the lower right leg. No obvious signs of a concussion. BP slightly elevated 146/92, pulse 96 and respiration 18. Alert and talking." Paramedics relay the information as they wheel to an empty room.

"On my count...1,2,3 and lift! Santos I need you to check airway, breathing and circulation as well a pupil reaction time. Get a hold on the bleeding head lac while you're at it and someone page Garcia!" Robby demands as the others get to work on the rest of the injuries. Trinity bumps into Mckay as she is making her way to the head of the patient, almost smiling at the mention of the surgery fellow. She was always right when it came to depicting whether a surgical consult is necessary.

"Oh excuse me. Sir I am Doctor Santos, can you tell me your name?" She asks as she is reaching for her flashlight in her front pocket.

"Trinny?" The man on the bed asks as he looks up at Santos.

And as soon as Santos makes eye contact her whole body goes rigid and her breathing stops. The flashbacks come without warning.