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Abbot finds Trinity about an hour later while she’s still working on those charts. She’s getting a lot closer to the end of her pile. Honestly standing up and helping with the trauma patient had done a lot, it had gotten her moving again, which was exactly what her brain had needed. Anyways, Abbot was leaning over the counter above the station that Trinity had taken over all those hours ago during the end of her shift. “Are you a night person?” He asked, flipping what looked to be his own charts. “Not particularly. I’ve always been up with the sun. It’s calming.” Trinity responded, looking up to look at Abbot. “Why?” “Just was wondering if I could poach you now that Robby’s gone.” He murmurs, like he didn’t just drop a bomb on Trinity’s psyche. OR Trinity Santos uses her destructive coping mechanism and somehow finds herself in a healthier environment. -- [Title From 'The Great Divide' By Noah Kahan]

Fics like I hope you're scared of only ordinary shit, and not your soul and what they might do to it.

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