pittlings
doctors and apartments. (trinity santos, dennis whitaker, victoria javadi)
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It was never supposed to happen—the Pittlings.
Trinity Santos, Dennis Whitaker, Victoria Javadi, and Anderson all worked as student doctors at The Pitt, Pittsburgh’s busiest hospital. Long shifts, endless coffee, and constant emergencies had a way of bringing people together, but none of them expected to become this close.
The problem started with transportation. Buses arrived late—or not at all. Trains were delayed. Ride-shares were expensive, and after a twelve-hour shift, nobody wanted to spend another hour trying to get home. More than once, one of them had been stranded after work, relying on the others for a ride or a couch to sleep on.
Eventually, someone joked that they should just live together.
The joke became a discussion.
The discussion became a plan.
And somehow, a few weeks later, they were standing in front of a modest apartment building with keys in hand.
Four bedrooms. One bathroom. Questionable wallpaper. A kitchen barely big enough for two people at a time. It wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs.
Today, they had all taken the day off to move in. Boxes filled the hallways. Someone had already claimed a shelf in the fridge. Arguments about where the couch should go had started before the couch had even made it through the front door.
For the first time, they weren’t just coworkers rushing between patients and shifts. They were roommates.
As the afternoon sunlight streamed through the apartment windows, the chaos slowly began to look like a home. There were still boxes to unpack and plenty of challenges ahead, but none of them minded.
Because this apartment wasn’t just a solution to unreliable public transport anymore.
It was the beginning of something new—a place where friendships would grow stronger, inside jokes would be created, and memories would be made.
The Pittlings had never planned for any of this.
But somehow, it felt exactly right.