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thecityneversleepsIt was, officially, the longest fucking day of her life.
Which was saying something. It should've been Pittfest. Everyone else probably would've cited Pittfest as a never-ending day of perpetual torture, but the adrenaline spike excitement of saving lives had made it rush by in a blink of blood and misery and badassery.
This day?
It just fucking sucked.
It was the kind of day that scooped out your soul with a dull fucking melon-baller. It was the kind of day that scraped you off like gum onto hot asphalt. It was the kind of day...
Look, she was too tired for any more metaphors or whatever. Trinity Santos was a doctor, not a poet.
After hour fifteen of patients and endless charting-- not even any truly interesting cases, mind you, and dodging Langdon and his stupid face, and every other increasingly mounting problem in her pathetic little life, she was so fucking tired she felt like she could sleep for a year.
( Spoilers for the finale of The Pitt )or encounter her on the street trying to figure out why she's not in Pittsburgh anymore. See this post for more info, or questions. GIMME GIMME.]]
Which was saying something. It should've been Pittfest. Everyone else probably would've cited Pittfest as a never-ending day of perpetual torture, but the adrenaline spike excitement of saving lives had made it rush by in a blink of blood and misery and badassery.
This day?
It just fucking sucked.
It was the kind of day that scooped out your soul with a dull fucking melon-baller. It was the kind of day that scraped you off like gum onto hot asphalt. It was the kind of day...
Look, she was too tired for any more metaphors or whatever. Trinity Santos was a doctor, not a poet.
After hour fifteen of patients and endless charting-- not even any truly interesting cases, mind you, and dodging Langdon and his stupid face, and every other increasingly mounting problem in her pathetic little life, she was so fucking tired she felt like she could sleep for a year.
( Spoilers for the finale of The Pitt )or encounter her on the street trying to figure out why she's not in Pittsburgh anymore. See this post for more info, or questions. GIMME GIMME.]]
