Acilient
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“You shouldn’t have hit,” a voice said behind Samira.
“Well, hindsight is 20/20, they say.” A flash of irritation crept up in her at the woman’s unsolicited advice.
“It’s not hindsight. It’s math.” Samira set her jaw in annoyance. “Statistically speaking, you were supposed to stand.”
When Samira wakes up in Vegas with a raging hangover and a ring on her finger, the last person she expects to find a note from on her nightstand is Emery Walsh.
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“You good?” Parker asks. Parker knows it’s rare for Garcia to act so…Well, like this.
“Obviously, I am fine,” Yolanda snaps, “Why wouldn’t I be fine? We were barely seeing each other. Plus she has a kid!” As if that has any relevance.
Emery’s eyes shimmer with hope, “wait, is this the ex..?” she teases. “As in, the one and only person to break up with the indomitable Dr Garcia,” impersonating a robot for the last bit.
“It was just sex. It’s not a break up if you weren’t even tog–”
“HA! I can’t wait to meet her!” Emery interrupts Yolanda, clapping her hands together with glee. After a brief pause, “wait, is she hot?”
OR: Yolanda's ex-situationship comes to work at the hospital. Baran is hot, Emery is hot. They're gay and they bone. The end.
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“When will I see you next?”
“Saturday,” Yolanda straightens, “on Rod Laver.”
“No pre-match good luck kiss?”
“You’d be so lucky.” Garcia walks to the door and grasps the handle for a second before turning on her heel. “Meet me in the players' lounge ten minutes before we leave for walkouts.”
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World #1 Trinity Santos and World #2 Yolanda Garcia are rivals on the court, but have been hooking up in secret for the entire offseason. After defeating each other in consecutive grand slam finals, things get messy while they dance around their feelings.
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“You must be the new owner,” he says as he makes his way to the bottom of the stairs, reaching out his hand for her to shake. “I’m Jack, the upstairs tenant.”
Jack.
Ms. Hobbs had always referred to the upstairs tenant as Jackie. Samira was expecting a young woman, a vague picture of someone sweet and serious from Ms. Hobb’s descriptions. Not this man with thighs the size of tree trunks, blinking up at her curiously as he waits for her to respond.
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With PTMC short-staffed, Jack has worked himself to the bone. Samira tests a theory that she can get Jack to take care of himself if he thinks he's taking care of her.
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They eat with the faint murmur of the ED as a soundtrack. She pulls apart small pieces of her egg and cheese english muffin. Abbot wolfs down the burrito and studies the remains of the wrapper, as though his own hunger has surprised him.
Her lips twitch with sympathetic amusement. How oblivious he’s been to his own needs. There’s a strange delight too, in finding Ellis was right. He’ll listen to her. He’ll give in, if it’s her. The thrill down her spine is electric. She wants to know how far she can push this. Exactly how close she can get before he says no or sees through her. How good would he be to himself if she asked it of him? Will he let her love him in this transitive way? Care for yourself because you care about me and I care about you.
Well. Samira Mohan is nothing if not data-driven.