it’s a slow sunday morning.

trinity doesn’t have to be at the hospital. you don’t have to be at the school. it’s a rare day off for trinity, but she’s savouring it as much as she can. it’s not often the two of you get days like this together, and she doesn’t want to waste it.

but it’s nearly twelve, and neither of you have gotten out of bed.

trinity has been stirring for a while — she can’t help it. it’s her body clock. she used to the late nights and early mornings that come with being an emergency medicine resident, and it’s a hard habit to shake after nearly three years.

she rolls over in bed. she’s in boxer shorts and a vest, and her hair is slicked back. she doesn’t feel the exhaustion in her bones like she usually does, and any lingering exhaustion disappears the moment she sees you.

it’s not exactly a pretty sight. your red dyed hair is in two braids, and you’re sprawled on your stomach. you have a baggy shirt on and just your underwear, and your face is squished into the pillow, mouth open slightly.

trinity doesn’t think she’s ever seen anything as beautiful.

and tomorrow it will all be gone. trinity will be back in the er and you will be back in the classroom and you’ll both be exhausted.

so trinity is determined for today to be calm, relaxing and spent with each other.