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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Surprise!
Character: Hannah Asher, Dr. Dean Archer
Word Count: 283
Prompt: chocolate / hot chocolate
Rating: G
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Tired, Hannah rested her head on her arms. The emergency room was always a madhouse, but today was even worse. Several car accidents, a group of drunken teenagers, a five-year-old boy, who broke through the ice into a lake. And there had been a fight again with Dean Archer, like almost every night. It seemed as if she would never be able to satisfy the doctor. For him, she would always be a junkie, though she had left these times behind, and she was fighting so hard to prove that she was, despite everything, still a good doctor.
„Here you are! Taking a nap?“
She almost jumped when his voice reached her ears. A minute, she thought, just a minute. It was not asked for too much, wasn't it?
„It's a long night,“ he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. She lifted her head to make sure that it was him, standing in the breakroom. „You did a good job so far.“
She blinked. „Thanks.“
He smiled. He smiled? „Think you could need this.“
„Coffee,“ she asked when she noticed the mug in his hands, still unsure what to think.
„You don't need caffeine; you need something to empower you. Body and soul. Hot chocolate with cream and a touch of cinnamon. It should help to bring you through the rest of the night.“
Perplexed, she stared at him; where could he know this from, that she loved hot chocolate with cream? It always reminded her of the good times in her life. He put the mug on the table before her, his face grumpy again, as ever. „Five minutes. Then I need you back in the emergency room.“
Character: Hannah Asher, Dr. Dean Archer
Word Count: 283
Prompt: chocolate / hot chocolate
Rating: G
:::
Tired, Hannah rested her head on her arms. The emergency room was always a madhouse, but today was even worse. Several car accidents, a group of drunken teenagers, a five-year-old boy, who broke through the ice into a lake. And there had been a fight again with Dean Archer, like almost every night. It seemed as if she would never be able to satisfy the doctor. For him, she would always be a junkie, though she had left these times behind, and she was fighting so hard to prove that she was, despite everything, still a good doctor.
„Here you are! Taking a nap?“
She almost jumped when his voice reached her ears. A minute, she thought, just a minute. It was not asked for too much, wasn't it?
„It's a long night,“ he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. She lifted her head to make sure that it was him, standing in the breakroom. „You did a good job so far.“
She blinked. „Thanks.“
He smiled. He smiled? „Think you could need this.“
„Coffee,“ she asked when she noticed the mug in his hands, still unsure what to think.
„You don't need caffeine; you need something to empower you. Body and soul. Hot chocolate with cream and a touch of cinnamon. It should help to bring you through the rest of the night.“
Perplexed, she stared at him; where could he know this from, that she loved hot chocolate with cream? It always reminded her of the good times in her life. He put the mug on the table before her, his face grumpy again, as ever. „Five minutes. Then I need you back in the emergency room.“
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