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Title: What do you think of the word 'Passion?'
Characters: Dr. Sara Tancredi, Fernando Sucre
Prompt: #77 What?
Rating: G
Summary: Sucre gets a woman's opinion on 'Passion.'
Author's Notes: I'm just getting into writing. Constructive criticism is welcomed!
Doctor Sara Tancredi looked down at the medical chart on the table as she scribbled down notes concerning her current patient, Fernando Sucre. She was giving him a simple checkup, a normal procedure that needed to be performed with all prisoners every once in awhile.
“Hey Doc,” Sucre’s thick voice pierced the silence of the infirmary.
Not looking up from his file, she replied, “Yes, Fernando?”
“What do you think of the word ‘Passion’?”
Sara looked up at the Puerto Rican inmate with a quizzical look on her face. It was just an out of the blue sort of question. She just never expected an inmate to ask her a question concerning vocabulary.
Sensing her confusion, Sucre thought he should explain. “I just proposed to my girl in a letter using ‘passion’ as a word for love.”
Sara gave him a smile of disbelief. “You proposed in a letter? Why not face to face?”
Sucre rolled his eyes in annoyance. “This place ain’t the most romantic spot.”
Sara nodded in agreement and understanding. She also took note how his words seemed to have been repeated elsewhere
“But seriously, what do you think of the word, Doc?” Sucre asked once again, wanting to get a woman’s opinion.
“I honestly believe that you should have just stuck with ‘love.’ It’s simple, universal, and gets the point right across.” Sara folded up his file. They were just about done with the check up. “When I hear the word ‘passion,’ I think of some fruit drink or something,” she said with a small chuckle.
Sara looked up from the file to see a flash of worry cross her patient’s face and she immediately regrets her words.
“But that’s just me,” she said kind of hastily. “I bet your girlfriend will like ‘passion’ just fine,” Sara said trying to assuage Sucre’s worries, but failing miserably.
“Let me rephrase what I said,” Sara said, taking a deep breath. “I bet your girlfriend will say yes, passion or no passion.” She gave him a sheepish smile.
But Sucre wasn’t totally convinced. He sat in his chair, biting his bottom lip, his gaze fixed on the ground.
Sara’s smile faded. She didn’t know how to handle a situation like this. Hell, she hadn’t been in an intimate relationship for long while now. But she couldn’t just let her patient go, knowing that she caused his doubt.
“Fernando, look at me.” He complied. “How long have you’ve been incarcerated at Fox River?”
Sucre rolled his eyes up so that his irises were almost touching his eyelids and held them there. It was as if he was trying to look into his brain for the answer. He then focused his eyes back down to his fingers counting them off one by one.
“About eight years now.” Sucre turned his gaze back to the doctor asking, “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, you and your girlfriend began dating before you came here, am I correct?” Sucre nodded. “Well, the fact that she’s stood by you for the past eight years leads me to believe that she’ll stand by you for the rest of her life.” Sara gives Sucre a small smile. “It takes a lot of love, loyalty, and devotion for someone to stick with someone for so long. She’ll say yes.”
Sucre lowered his gaze back down, still a little unsure, but Sara saw his body relax a bit. She suddenly heard the door creak open. It was Nurse Katie.
“We got a prisoner here with a shank stuck in his arm.”
Sara nodded at her nurse. “I’ll be there in a sec.” She pulled off her latex gloves and slipped on a new pair. Before walking out the door, she stopped and glanced back at Sucre.
“I wish you the best of luck, Fernando,” Sara said, a last attempt to rid him of his worries and doubt.
“Thanks Doc,” Sucre mumbled softly, giving her a small smile.
Sara nodded and walked out, preparing herself for the task of pulling yet another shank out of a prisoner.
-
Sara walked beside C.O. Mack as she made her way to the infirmary along the wired fence.
“Hey Doc!”
Sara stopped and turned to her left to see Fernando Sucre walking up to the fence. She turned back to Mack and said, “Give me a minute, please.” She walked up to the fence to meet Sucre.
“What is it Fernando? Are feeling all right?” she asked, but then she took note that he was practically beaming, so nothing was wrong apparently.
Sucre couldn’t contain his happiness. A big grin was on his face. “You were right. She said yes!”
Sara smiled in response. “I’m glad.”
“Yeah, in sixteen more months, I’m gonna be a married man! You’re invited to the wedding, ya know.”
Sara laughed. “Be sure to mail me the invitation then.”
C.O. Mack whistled for Sara to come back. She did have a schedule to maintain.
“Well, I better get back to work.”
Sucre nodded and waved goodbye. Sara waved back as she walked to Mack and they continued their trek to the infirmary.
“Would you actually go to his wedding if he sent you an invitation?” he asked.
Sara stopped and stared him down. “Yes, I would.” She then continued walking, a small smile on her lips. She was happy for her patient.
Characters: Dr. Sara Tancredi, Fernando Sucre
Prompt: #77 What?
Rating: G
Summary: Sucre gets a woman's opinion on 'Passion.'
Author's Notes: I'm just getting into writing. Constructive criticism is welcomed!
Doctor Sara Tancredi looked down at the medical chart on the table as she scribbled down notes concerning her current patient, Fernando Sucre. She was giving him a simple checkup, a normal procedure that needed to be performed with all prisoners every once in awhile.
“Hey Doc,” Sucre’s thick voice pierced the silence of the infirmary.
Not looking up from his file, she replied, “Yes, Fernando?”
“What do you think of the word ‘Passion’?”
Sara looked up at the Puerto Rican inmate with a quizzical look on her face. It was just an out of the blue sort of question. She just never expected an inmate to ask her a question concerning vocabulary.
Sensing her confusion, Sucre thought he should explain. “I just proposed to my girl in a letter using ‘passion’ as a word for love.”
Sara gave him a smile of disbelief. “You proposed in a letter? Why not face to face?”
Sucre rolled his eyes in annoyance. “This place ain’t the most romantic spot.”
Sara nodded in agreement and understanding. She also took note how his words seemed to have been repeated elsewhere
“But seriously, what do you think of the word, Doc?” Sucre asked once again, wanting to get a woman’s opinion.
“I honestly believe that you should have just stuck with ‘love.’ It’s simple, universal, and gets the point right across.” Sara folded up his file. They were just about done with the check up. “When I hear the word ‘passion,’ I think of some fruit drink or something,” she said with a small chuckle.
Sara looked up from the file to see a flash of worry cross her patient’s face and she immediately regrets her words.
“But that’s just me,” she said kind of hastily. “I bet your girlfriend will like ‘passion’ just fine,” Sara said trying to assuage Sucre’s worries, but failing miserably.
“Let me rephrase what I said,” Sara said, taking a deep breath. “I bet your girlfriend will say yes, passion or no passion.” She gave him a sheepish smile.
But Sucre wasn’t totally convinced. He sat in his chair, biting his bottom lip, his gaze fixed on the ground.
Sara’s smile faded. She didn’t know how to handle a situation like this. Hell, she hadn’t been in an intimate relationship for long while now. But she couldn’t just let her patient go, knowing that she caused his doubt.
“Fernando, look at me.” He complied. “How long have you’ve been incarcerated at Fox River?”
Sucre rolled his eyes up so that his irises were almost touching his eyelids and held them there. It was as if he was trying to look into his brain for the answer. He then focused his eyes back down to his fingers counting them off one by one.
“About eight years now.” Sucre turned his gaze back to the doctor asking, “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well, you and your girlfriend began dating before you came here, am I correct?” Sucre nodded. “Well, the fact that she’s stood by you for the past eight years leads me to believe that she’ll stand by you for the rest of her life.” Sara gives Sucre a small smile. “It takes a lot of love, loyalty, and devotion for someone to stick with someone for so long. She’ll say yes.”
Sucre lowered his gaze back down, still a little unsure, but Sara saw his body relax a bit. She suddenly heard the door creak open. It was Nurse Katie.
“We got a prisoner here with a shank stuck in his arm.”
Sara nodded at her nurse. “I’ll be there in a sec.” She pulled off her latex gloves and slipped on a new pair. Before walking out the door, she stopped and glanced back at Sucre.
“I wish you the best of luck, Fernando,” Sara said, a last attempt to rid him of his worries and doubt.
“Thanks Doc,” Sucre mumbled softly, giving her a small smile.
Sara nodded and walked out, preparing herself for the task of pulling yet another shank out of a prisoner.
-
Sara walked beside C.O. Mack as she made her way to the infirmary along the wired fence.
“Hey Doc!”
Sara stopped and turned to her left to see Fernando Sucre walking up to the fence. She turned back to Mack and said, “Give me a minute, please.” She walked up to the fence to meet Sucre.
“What is it Fernando? Are feeling all right?” she asked, but then she took note that he was practically beaming, so nothing was wrong apparently.
Sucre couldn’t contain his happiness. A big grin was on his face. “You were right. She said yes!”
Sara smiled in response. “I’m glad.”
“Yeah, in sixteen more months, I’m gonna be a married man! You’re invited to the wedding, ya know.”
Sara laughed. “Be sure to mail me the invitation then.”
C.O. Mack whistled for Sara to come back. She did have a schedule to maintain.
“Well, I better get back to work.”
Sucre nodded and waved goodbye. Sara waved back as she walked to Mack and they continued their trek to the infirmary.
“Would you actually go to his wedding if he sent you an invitation?” he asked.
Sara stopped and stared him down. “Yes, I would.” She then continued walking, a small smile on her lips. She was happy for her patient.