I really love Patsy and Trixie as a brotp and an otp and I don't even know what this is so take it romantically or take it platonically but please leave me a review telling me what you think 🌸
Some people say that fate decides what does and doesn't happen. Some say its god. Others say the world is in endless chaos and everything is an accident. But one thing is for certain. That all this started one night with a perfectly timed bout of insomnia and a nightmare.
Trixie had been trying to get to sleep for hours now, in the aftermath of her first meeting her adrenaline had surged and she was now finding it impossible to get any rest. She wanted nothing more than a glass of Campari to calm her spinning mind but still steely with determination from the support of her peers lay still in her sheets. She had feigned sleep when Patsy finally came to bed and it had almost killed her to hear one of her best friends in the whole world quietly cry herself to sleep but she knew that had Patsy wanted comfort she would have asked for it in her own way. She would have sobbed dejectedly not sniffled quietly into her pillow.
It was a whimper that captured her attention hours later, had Trixie moving out of her sheets to wake her friend when a wordless scream echoed around nonnatus house waking every single occupant. Nobody came rushing to the door, nobody came to check for burglary, everyone knew that since Delia's accident Patsy had suffered terrible nightmares. Trixie knelt by the side of her friends bed, holding her head under her chin and stroking her hair in the same way she herself had loved to be comforted as a child; feeling a patch of her pyjamas grow damp with tears as, for the first time, Patsy finally let Trixie see the most broken and helpless part of herself.
"Scooch over then" Trixie commanded in a whisper after an acceptable amount of time had passed. "It's December you know? I'm bloody freezing" and with a sniffling, tear heavy chuckle Patsy moved to the side of her bed and allowed Trixie to climb in beside her. The single bed was narrow so the two women had to lay on their sides very close to each other to prevent falling out but neither minded. Trixie held her friend close selfishly that night, because she needed to prove something to herself. That maybe if she could fix someone else than she could fix her own broken bits, that she wouldn't be like this forever. And yet still Patsy recalled the horrors she's witnessed that night and Trixie listened and wiped her tears with every intention of eventually going back to her own bed, but she didn't and when Sister Winifred bustled through the door to awake the women for the morning rounds she was sent stammering and awkward from the room as two women raised their bleary heads from the same pillow in a bed where their limbs were intertwined.
Sister Winifred told Sister Julienne about finding Patsy and Trixie in the same bed that morning and just after lunch both women were called into her office- not for chastisement but merely out of confusion. They both explained that Trixie had simply comforted her hysterical friend and fallen asleep in the process during the dead time between last night and this morning. She promised it would not happen again. But the next day when Sister Julienne quietly stuck her head around the door of the nurses' bedroom she was not surprised to find Patsy's front pressed against Trixie's back under the thick blankets piled up for the perishing nights of early December.
It quickly became known in Nonnatus House that Trixie and Patsy shared a bed, that Trixie's bed was now in effect redundant. It was known but never spoken of. Nobody discussed the fact that Trixie's sheets had been made one morning and not disturbed since- that some of her posters had migrated across the room, that when one emerged the other was sure to follow as in a single bed so narrow it was impossible to get up without waking the other. Nobody discussed it because nobody understood it, they knew it was not romantic, or they at least hoped it wasn't, but past that everyone save the two women were very much in the dark. It was no surprise to either woman one day, when they went to bed, they found the two beds had been removed and replaced by a single double bed as Sister Julienne suspected the narrow single bed could not be a comfortable place for two occupants. And slowly, ever so slowly, the nightmares stopped and the cabinet of liqueur emptied until both women could say they were some semblance of healed but they never requested the single beds be returned.
Fate, God, sheer dumb luck. Call it what you will. Just know that all of this started with a perfectly timed bout of insomnia and a nightmare.
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