Port-au-Prince, Haiti ; Six Weeks Ago Fandom Time
Well, it looked like all of Mindy's problems were solved forever.
After years as a high-profile doctor at a big Manhattan hospital, balancing work and dating, this year she gave it all up to move to Haiti on a service trip.
It turned out that Haiti wasn't that different from New York City, except that not as many people screamed at you and it smelled much better. But the best part for Mindy was being there with her boyfriend Casey, a cool, hot minister. During the day, Mindy gave medical aid to people in need, and at night, she and Casey swapped stories and watched Haiti's best reality show from their tent: the real houseflies of Port-au-Prince.
Meanwhile, Mindy was able to keep up with her life back home thanks to an old form of email called mail. Her colleagues from Shulman and Associates back in New York sent care packages full of snacks and dandruff shampoo (though she suspected that Jeremy was stealing some peanut butter cups), and though she felt a little guilty about leaving the practice, she just hoped they weren't falling apart without her.
Normally, she didn't miss New York at all, except for the wi-fi and the fast food and the expedient means of communication. But sometimes she did, like when her boyfriend woke her up at five a.m. to see the Haitian sunrise from a tree that had not been easy to climb.
"Look at you," Casey said. The only thing stopping Mindy from being too annoyed with him was that he was, as he had promised, holding her protectively so that if she were to fall out of the tree, she could grab his arm and take him with her. "If six months ago I said let's climb a tree and check out this beautiful-ass sunrise, you'd punch me in the crotch."
"I'm not too happy about it now," Mindy pointed out.
"But you barely hate it." Casey poked her with one finger, daring her to disagree.
"Yeah, I mean," Mindy sighed as she waved her hands in the direction of the sunrise, "it looks like a douche ad."
Casey frowned and started to say something about that not being a great segue, but Mindy had quickly become distracted by a large ant family that was in motion on the trunk of the tree, rapidly approaching her butt. "There's ants on this," she observed.
"Mindy?" Casey said, poking her again.
Deciding that she didn't need another reason to be annoyed with him, she turned back to face him, only to discover that Casey was holding an unmistakable small black box. She gasped, waving her hands about.
"Mindy," he said. "Hey. Stop. Listen."
"Are you kidding me?" she demanded. She was having a hard time thinking straight: the ring was so shiny. "I want to Vine this! People should see this!" But Casey put a hand on her shoulder and gave her his stern minister face, and she settled down with an impatient, "Okay."
He looked serious. It was a weird look for Casey. "Mindy, when I first met you, I thought, this is probably going to be a fling," he said. "Based on your body type alone."
There were probably more romantic proposals than that, but Mindy kept listening and beaming all the same. There was no way that he could mess this up. Not when she had been waiting for this to happen to her for years.
"But I thought it'd be a fun little detour, you know?" Casey continued. "We'd go off-roading, just head up the dune and see what happens. But it wasn't a detour." Now he was doing a good job again. Mindy's smile broadened. "This was my path. And you, Mindy, you're my future. I love you. Mindy Lahiri, will you marry me?"
She barely let him get the words out before she was exclaiming "Yes, yes, yes! Can I?" and grabbing for the ring. Clearly judging that her poorly self-filed nails shouldn't be anywhere near his sensitive minister's hands, he surrendered the box to her and allowed Mindy to put it on herself.
"Put it on," he said. "'Cause I see a lady of this tree who should be havin' my baby."
After admiring her new accessory for a few beautiful moments, Mindy swung her arms around him and swooped in for a kiss.
That was basically when they fell out of the tree.
~~
Back in the tent, Mindy pounced onto Casey on top of their sleeping bag as soon as were in the door. This was a move she liked to use that Casey had complained about at first, but Mindy had made it clear that it was non-negotiable, and he had learned to deal with it.
In between kisses, Casey began explaining, "Just so you know, in my family, there's a lot of heart disease. I could die while we're doing it or something."
Speaking of dying while they were doing it, that sudden cramp in Mindy's stomach was definitely not a normal part of lovemaking with one's fiancé. She moved her hand to the source of the pain, rolling slowly off of Casey and onto her back. "Oh, my god," she muttered. "God, it's my stomach."
She couldn't really blame Casey for not taking this seriously as he shifted into place above her, stripping off his hoodie. "Mindy, just five minutes, okay? Okay, just two, all I need is two."
She thought she could ignore the stomach pain for two minutes. "Yeah, yeah, okay, and I'm horny too," she assured him, pulling him down for a kiss. "'Cause you're going to be my husband... ow!"
"I know, I'm close too," Casey murmured, but Mindy wasn't having it. "Damn it, no, ow!" she yelped, just as her vision started blurring. Casey sombered quickly and started to get her attention. That was sweet, Mindy thought, and then she passed out.
~~
Mindy woke up to her weirdest nurse, Morgan, smiling down at her. It was a pretty terrifying sight, so she screamed.
"Quiet, quiet," he said, rapidly covering her mouth with his hand. "I've been Snow Whiting you for the past hour." Mindy's eyes darted rapidly around the room. It looked like a hospital, but all the hospital rooms she ever spent time in were in Manhattan. "Shh. You all good?" Morgan said. "Okay, go."
He let go of her mouth. His hand kind of tasted like baby powder.
"Where am I?"
"You're in New York City!" Morgan boomed, gesturing wildly. "You got airlifted out of Haiti to have emergency gallbladder surgery."
Mindy shut her eyes. "Okay, that makes sense," she confirmed. Under the blankets, she checked her ring finger with her thumb. It was still there, thank God.
"What'd you bring me from Haiti?" Morgan asked, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her expectantly. The visual was horrifying.
Mindy exhaled slowly. Her mind wasn't at all on this conversation. "I brought you nothing," she said.
"Well, I'll order something online and you can reimburse me," he said.
Mindy was already shaking her head. "No, no, no," she said.
"Tell me how much I can spend," said Morgan. "$150? $200?" Mindy continued to tell him no, but Morgan covered her mouth with his hand once again. "Can we get some jello in here?" he yelled in the direction of the door. He turned back to Mindy and asked more conversationally, "Do you want anything?"
{ from S2E01 "all my problems solved forever" and the first of three establishy posts. NFI & NFB, but OOC is welcome! }
After years as a high-profile doctor at a big Manhattan hospital, balancing work and dating, this year she gave it all up to move to Haiti on a service trip.
It turned out that Haiti wasn't that different from New York City, except that not as many people screamed at you and it smelled much better. But the best part for Mindy was being there with her boyfriend Casey, a cool, hot minister. During the day, Mindy gave medical aid to people in need, and at night, she and Casey swapped stories and watched Haiti's best reality show from their tent: the real houseflies of Port-au-Prince.
Meanwhile, Mindy was able to keep up with her life back home thanks to an old form of email called mail. Her colleagues from Shulman and Associates back in New York sent care packages full of snacks and dandruff shampoo (though she suspected that Jeremy was stealing some peanut butter cups), and though she felt a little guilty about leaving the practice, she just hoped they weren't falling apart without her.
Normally, she didn't miss New York at all, except for the wi-fi and the fast food and the expedient means of communication. But sometimes she did, like when her boyfriend woke her up at five a.m. to see the Haitian sunrise from a tree that had not been easy to climb.
"Look at you," Casey said. The only thing stopping Mindy from being too annoyed with him was that he was, as he had promised, holding her protectively so that if she were to fall out of the tree, she could grab his arm and take him with her. "If six months ago I said let's climb a tree and check out this beautiful-ass sunrise, you'd punch me in the crotch."
"I'm not too happy about it now," Mindy pointed out.
"But you barely hate it." Casey poked her with one finger, daring her to disagree.
"Yeah, I mean," Mindy sighed as she waved her hands in the direction of the sunrise, "it looks like a douche ad."
Casey frowned and started to say something about that not being a great segue, but Mindy had quickly become distracted by a large ant family that was in motion on the trunk of the tree, rapidly approaching her butt. "There's ants on this," she observed.
"Mindy?" Casey said, poking her again.
Deciding that she didn't need another reason to be annoyed with him, she turned back to face him, only to discover that Casey was holding an unmistakable small black box. She gasped, waving her hands about.
"Mindy," he said. "Hey. Stop. Listen."
"Are you kidding me?" she demanded. She was having a hard time thinking straight: the ring was so shiny. "I want to Vine this! People should see this!" But Casey put a hand on her shoulder and gave her his stern minister face, and she settled down with an impatient, "Okay."
He looked serious. It was a weird look for Casey. "Mindy, when I first met you, I thought, this is probably going to be a fling," he said. "Based on your body type alone."
There were probably more romantic proposals than that, but Mindy kept listening and beaming all the same. There was no way that he could mess this up. Not when she had been waiting for this to happen to her for years.
"But I thought it'd be a fun little detour, you know?" Casey continued. "We'd go off-roading, just head up the dune and see what happens. But it wasn't a detour." Now he was doing a good job again. Mindy's smile broadened. "This was my path. And you, Mindy, you're my future. I love you. Mindy Lahiri, will you marry me?"
She barely let him get the words out before she was exclaiming "Yes, yes, yes! Can I?" and grabbing for the ring. Clearly judging that her poorly self-filed nails shouldn't be anywhere near his sensitive minister's hands, he surrendered the box to her and allowed Mindy to put it on herself.
"Put it on," he said. "'Cause I see a lady of this tree who should be havin' my baby."
After admiring her new accessory for a few beautiful moments, Mindy swung her arms around him and swooped in for a kiss.
That was basically when they fell out of the tree.
~~
Back in the tent, Mindy pounced onto Casey on top of their sleeping bag as soon as were in the door. This was a move she liked to use that Casey had complained about at first, but Mindy had made it clear that it was non-negotiable, and he had learned to deal with it.
In between kisses, Casey began explaining, "Just so you know, in my family, there's a lot of heart disease. I could die while we're doing it or something."
Speaking of dying while they were doing it, that sudden cramp in Mindy's stomach was definitely not a normal part of lovemaking with one's fiancé. She moved her hand to the source of the pain, rolling slowly off of Casey and onto her back. "Oh, my god," she muttered. "God, it's my stomach."
She couldn't really blame Casey for not taking this seriously as he shifted into place above her, stripping off his hoodie. "Mindy, just five minutes, okay? Okay, just two, all I need is two."
She thought she could ignore the stomach pain for two minutes. "Yeah, yeah, okay, and I'm horny too," she assured him, pulling him down for a kiss. "'Cause you're going to be my husband... ow!"
"I know, I'm close too," Casey murmured, but Mindy wasn't having it. "Damn it, no, ow!" she yelped, just as her vision started blurring. Casey sombered quickly and started to get her attention. That was sweet, Mindy thought, and then she passed out.
~~
Mindy woke up to her weirdest nurse, Morgan, smiling down at her. It was a pretty terrifying sight, so she screamed.
"Quiet, quiet," he said, rapidly covering her mouth with his hand. "I've been Snow Whiting you for the past hour." Mindy's eyes darted rapidly around the room. It looked like a hospital, but all the hospital rooms she ever spent time in were in Manhattan. "Shh. You all good?" Morgan said. "Okay, go."
He let go of her mouth. His hand kind of tasted like baby powder.
"Where am I?"
"You're in New York City!" Morgan boomed, gesturing wildly. "You got airlifted out of Haiti to have emergency gallbladder surgery."
Mindy shut her eyes. "Okay, that makes sense," she confirmed. Under the blankets, she checked her ring finger with her thumb. It was still there, thank God.
"What'd you bring me from Haiti?" Morgan asked, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her expectantly. The visual was horrifying.
Mindy exhaled slowly. Her mind wasn't at all on this conversation. "I brought you nothing," she said.
"Well, I'll order something online and you can reimburse me," he said.
Mindy was already shaking her head. "No, no, no," she said.
"Tell me how much I can spend," said Morgan. "$150? $200?" Mindy continued to tell him no, but Morgan covered her mouth with his hand once again. "Can we get some jello in here?" he yelled in the direction of the door. He turned back to Mindy and asked more conversationally, "Do you want anything?"
{ from S2E01 "all my problems solved forever" and the first of three establishy posts. NFI & NFB, but OOC is welcome! }