(potential) ways people find out santos and whitaker are close/living together:
whitaker calling santos "trin" in front of their coworkers, santos not batting an eye and answering to it, and both of them pausing suddenly when they realize what happened.
santos putting an arm around whitaker's shoulders and ruffling his hair at random intervals throughout the day.
one of them instinctively stepping in front of the other when a fight breaks out in the hospital.
accidentally falling asleep while leaning on each other in the break room after a long shift.
santos handing whitaker a shopping list while passing him in the hallway.
one getting injured/passing out and immediately asking for the other when they wake up, still half-asleep.
^ alternate scenario: getting put on meds and saying something disgustingly sentimental. if it's whitaker, santos would get a bit emotional in the moment but will definitely make fun of him when he's sober. if it's santos, she'll be stuck wondering why whitaker looks so pleased with himself until someone tells her what happened.
discussing what they're going to eat for dinner while everyone is clocking out.
hey, santos nation, what sport(s) do we think she played (since she's canonically a former athlete)?
Trinity Santos nosiest bitch on the block. Sussed out that Langdon was stealing drugs and that Whittaker was homeless in less than 15 hours. And she’s a lesbian? Too powerful
can people start obsessing over queerplatontic ships the same way they obsess over romantic ships
Who's off the island so far?:
-the salesman
-myung-gi/player 333
-hwang in-ho/the frontman
-Kang no-eul/guard 11
-Kim Jun-hee/player 222
has dennis seen the sea before. i dont think he has, especially coming from a landlocked state like nebraska. pennsylvania doesn't have a border that connects to the ocean. the only thing close is the shoreline on lake erie (correct me if im wrong). has he ever experienced the sandy shores of the beach, the call of seagulls circling overhead, the feeling of waves crashing against your legs and it's freezing cold but you look forward and the blue against blue seems to stretch on forever. it's a different sort of vastness from the corn fields he grew up in. its nothing like the mesmerizing, rippling digital blues he saw every night on the old tv they were supposed to throw out that he and his brothers snuck into their "secret" treehouse. it's breathtaking. and maybe he'll sit on one of those driftwood logs in cargo shorts soaked to the bone and just breathe, the salty sea air refreshingly unfamiliar. maybe make a sandcastle for the first time. dig up a giant hole in the ground with trinity and fill it up with sea water. and maybe when he looks at her when she laughs as he trips and falls face first into the water at some point, he'll see his older brother's face. think to himself, 'yeah, they'd love it here'.
idk man. growing up in california made me realize just how lucky i am to be able to experience such a variety of settings all in one state. and how it must feel for people well into their teenage or adult years to experience the beauty of the ocean for the first time.
What they don’t tell you about pursuing a new interest is you have to learn so many new acronyms
the pitt is crazy from a storytelling perspective because usually you sort of focus on one main plot point and it culminates over an arc so you have the time to have a dramatic chekhov's gun moment but this is one day in the ER so shit just keeps happening and gets resolved and happens again in a disjointed rhythm so instead you get chekhov's gun and chekhov's knife and chekhov's pregnancy test and chekhov's rats and chekhov's fourth set of scrubs and you have no idea when any of them are gonna fire.
dr john shen clocking in early as attending (after having been one for only 3 months) on this fucky ass day because there's an MCI and then once things start slowing down a kid comes in with measles and his parents are being unreasonable and while he deals with that he has to deal with those two old white men refusing to end their damn shifts and one of the day shift residents almost gets fucking arrested and there's an 18-year-old in custody in one of the rooms who will likely stay there all night with his sad mum and the day shift attending just showed a patient's father the fucking make-shift morgue and then right when they're about to close trauma a man's pelvic gets crushed and he has to stand there and listen to walsh and abbot argue over what is supposed to be his patient, really, and he can see the day shift attending dissociate for ten solid minutes and no one's even told him there are two rats still loose in his damn department and abbot calls him a nerd