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Santos, after a head injury, watches from the OR gallery as Garcia performs a complex spleen-preserving surgery
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“I know you mentioned a raincheck,” Santos begins, and then she gets a little lost.
(She has the next words ready.
She’s been practicing them in her head for the last few minutes.
Still, they’re caught in her throat like a sip of water going down the wrong pipe.)
But Garcia is patient.
So unbelievably fucking patient.
"But I don’t—want to be alone,” Santos admits with a slight grimace, trying to sound chill and casual even though this isn’t chill and casual at all. But her voice comes out audibly strained because that was just enough of a lie to make her squeeze her eyes shut and bite her bottom lip way too hard. “I probably shouldn’t be alone tonight,” she corrects with what little air is left in her lungs.
“Okay,” Garcia says, simple and gentle and effortless, and nods toward the passenger side. “Get in.”
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"Samira, you are a great doctor," Ellis speaks, her back to Mohan as she surveys the patient, passively herding the other woman out of the room. When she turns, headfirst to look back at Mohan, body following to face her fully, "But you need to know when to turn it off," Ellis continues, meeting Mohan's wide-eyed stare head on, "Go home."
Samira watches her go, biting the inside of her cheek and shuddering through a purposeful inhale. Her shoulders slump and then her neck follows, head ducked through the exhale. ‘What if I can’t?’ she imagines asking Ellis, ‘what if I don’t know how?’
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or Samira gets a taking-care-of
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"We could have a child. If we wanted."
"But you do not want one," Benedict noted, his stomach sinking.
“I did not say that," Sophie corrected, turning towards him and taking his hand in hers, playing with his fingers. "I know I want to be a mother, someday. Someday soon, I think. But I do not think I can be only a mother and wife. I need other things to occupy me, something beyond running our cottage and doing chores. I need something ...”
She cut herself off, clearly frustrated by her inability to explain. That was alright; Benedict understood her completely. "You need something that you are passionate about. Something that drives you, like my painting does for me."
Sophie struggles with how to occupy her time now that she's no longer a maid. Benedict does everything he can think of to help.
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07 May 2026
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In Filipino/Mexican cultures, food is a love language and even though everyone thinks their relationship is just casual, the ED's food envy is eventually what reveals just how serious Garcia and Santos are.
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5 Dishes + 1 That gave them away
(Cause Hell hath no fury like a woman who is hangry and just found out someone helped themselves to the lunch her partner prepped for her).