Prompt 80.5.F: Green Door pic/ Writers Muses (open for RP with Joanna)
For the past few weeks, the activity in the camp had been chaotic at best. Seemingly endless shellings and car bombings had driven a steady stream of patients through the surgical tents and a night where any doctor was able to sleep more then three uninterrupted hours had become a luxury.
When the latest round of surgeries ended near dawn, it wasn't at all surprising that most chose to head straight for their beds rather then the mess tent. For Nic, despite his need for sleep, coffee was his priority. A necessity in fact if he planned to carry through on an idea that had been placed in his head by a family member of one of his most recent patients.
After brewing his own pot of coffee, the surgeon filled a thermos and tucked it under his arm, then, for good measure, he grabbed several fresh pastries from a tray on the corner of the table before heading to the tent he was sharing with Joanna Falconiri. As he drew back the flap, he wasn't surprised to find the woman already burrowed deep under the blankets on her cot.
"Joanna." Adopting a sing-song lilt he called her name, then, after setting the pastries beside her, he opened the thermos while fanning the aroma of the small meal toward her. . "Joanna..."
"Go away, I'm sleeping."
"Come on, you can sleep later, I have something to show you." Reaching for a cup that sat near the other doctor's cot, Nic filled it before pulling the blanket from her head so he could hand it and one of the pastries to her.
"Dr. Kokoris, do you know how many days it's been since we had a chance to get a reasonable amount of sleep?" Even as she voiced the complaint, Joanna couldn't resist the offered breakfast. "It smells wonderful though."
"Um hmm, so you need to drink up while it's hot, and then get dressed because we have somewhere we have to be." As she took the first sip of her coffee he rose to find a cup for his own.
"You're not serious? The only place I have to be today is here, and if you had any common sense you'd be sleeping as well." Pulling the still warm pastry apart, she placed a bite in her mouth.
"Trust me, you won't regret this, and..." After taking a sip of his own coffee, Nic sat his cup down so he could retrieve a duffel from under his cot.
"I've packed some things and arranged for us to get two days away from the camp." Setting the bag on the top of his own cot, he returned to his cup.
"Nic, you're crazy, as busy as it's been? They can't afford to have both of us gone." The woman's disbelief at his even making the suggestion resounded clearly in her words.
"No, I'm not, just think about it. We're no good to them if we're exhausted, and a new group of volunteers is due in this morning, it's the perfect time. Now, put some clothes on, we have to meet someone in an hour." Seeing that Nic was not going to change his mind, Joanna pulled another bite of pastry off and tossed it at him.
"Oh, fine, you win, but, this had better be worth my losing sleep over because otherwise you are so going to pay."
Despite her continued efforts to pry the details of where they were going from the Greek, the man remained secretive as they wound their way through the streets outside the camp. As they entered a neighborhood marred by the rubble of a recent bombing she found her doubts about his plans growing stronger.
"Uh, Nic? She looked from the first of the buildings to him and back again.
"It'll be fine, trust me, it's been weeks since they've had any activity here." As he offered the reassurance he approached a gated house and slipped the latch so he could swing the door open.
"This is it." Stepping aside, Nic waved Joanna through before following only to then skirt around her again so he could unlock the front door.
"Go down the steps, there should be a green door to your left, which was left open for us." A Cheshire-like grin spread across the Greek's face as he watched the woman for her reaction.
"Um, okay. Should I be worried about this?" Joanna walked up to him with the question. When the only response he gave in return was a shake of the head and a further deepening of his smile she gave up on him.
"You're awful, you do know that, right?" Rising up on her toes, she kissed him before he could react, then disappeared down the stairs.
"What, now you're not coming?" Her voice carried back up the stairs to him as she reached the bottom.
Muse: Nicolas Kokoris
Fandom: Presidio Med
Words: 806
Thank you to Christina for the loan of her muse medico_bella for this prompt,
To be continued...