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June Prompt 40.1 E: F. "You wanna do what?"/Writers Muses
"You wanna do what?" The Chief of Surgery sitting across from Nicolas Kokoris stared at the man in disbelief before dropping his eyes to the letter that had found it's way into his in-box that very morning.
"I think my letter of resignation was quite clear." Nic released a soft sigh, the argument was one he had already been through no less than three times since he had made the decision to close his practice in Greece and move to San Francisco, and likely it would not be the last of them before he boarded his plane.
"Nic, we've known each other too long for you to leave me with just that, there's more to this then that, you know it and I know it." He released the sheet of paper and let it flutter to his desk as he focused his full attention on the surgeon.
"If it's just a matter of needing more time for your work with Medecins Sans Frontieres, we could hire an additional surgeon or two to allow you that flexibility." Before he had fully finished, Nic was already stopping him.
"Ignatius, it's not that, in fact, it doesn't have anything to do with my practice, or work at all." Even as he skirted around the real reason for his decision for leaving he wondered why he was being so secretive about it.
"Then what is it, Nic? Tell me, because what you've given me here is about as far from the truth as a child in school telling their teacher that their dog ate their homework." As much as he hated watching the other man's reaction to his questions, Dr. Basilius was determined not to allow him to walk away without revealing the truth.
"All right, fine, it's Rae, we've talked about her. I want more then two weeks twice a year with her, so, I've accepted a position with a hospital in San Francisco so I can see more often." There, it was out, so why then wasn't he feeling a sense of relief? He found himself watching the other man's face for his reaction.
"And what if nothing comes of it, you'll have thrown your career away for nothing." The older surgeon's words were heavy with annoyance.
"Maybe I think it's worth the risk, that she's worth the risk, I do know I'm tired of being alone, and I'm ready to start thinking about settling down." There, he'd said it. Nic almost smiled as the thought surfaced, though, reading the other man's expression suppressed it almost immediately.
"What does she say about your decision?" Ignatius' question was likely the one Nic feared most.
"I have no idea, but, I guess I'll find out when I get there." Any further discussion would have to wait, and as his pager vibrated at his hip, Nic reached for it.
"I need to go, I'm being paged for an emergency." He motioned to the door as he spoke.
"Go, call me when you finish, so we can work out the details." Dr. Basilius reached for the top folder on the corner of his desk.
"I will." As he left the room, for the first time since he'd made the decision to leave, Nic felt hopeful, maybe this was the start of things going his way. Or at least he could hope for that.
Muse: Nicolas Kokoris
Fandom: Presidio Med
Words: 559
"I think my letter of resignation was quite clear." Nic released a soft sigh, the argument was one he had already been through no less than three times since he had made the decision to close his practice in Greece and move to San Francisco, and likely it would not be the last of them before he boarded his plane.
"Nic, we've known each other too long for you to leave me with just that, there's more to this then that, you know it and I know it." He released the sheet of paper and let it flutter to his desk as he focused his full attention on the surgeon.
"If it's just a matter of needing more time for your work with Medecins Sans Frontieres, we could hire an additional surgeon or two to allow you that flexibility." Before he had fully finished, Nic was already stopping him.
"Ignatius, it's not that, in fact, it doesn't have anything to do with my practice, or work at all." Even as he skirted around the real reason for his decision for leaving he wondered why he was being so secretive about it.
"Then what is it, Nic? Tell me, because what you've given me here is about as far from the truth as a child in school telling their teacher that their dog ate their homework." As much as he hated watching the other man's reaction to his questions, Dr. Basilius was determined not to allow him to walk away without revealing the truth.
"All right, fine, it's Rae, we've talked about her. I want more then two weeks twice a year with her, so, I've accepted a position with a hospital in San Francisco so I can see more often." There, it was out, so why then wasn't he feeling a sense of relief? He found himself watching the other man's face for his reaction.
"And what if nothing comes of it, you'll have thrown your career away for nothing." The older surgeon's words were heavy with annoyance.
"Maybe I think it's worth the risk, that she's worth the risk, I do know I'm tired of being alone, and I'm ready to start thinking about settling down." There, he'd said it. Nic almost smiled as the thought surfaced, though, reading the other man's expression suppressed it almost immediately.
"What does she say about your decision?" Ignatius' question was likely the one Nic feared most.
"I have no idea, but, I guess I'll find out when I get there." Any further discussion would have to wait, and as his pager vibrated at his hip, Nic reached for it.
"I need to go, I'm being paged for an emergency." He motioned to the door as he spoke.
"Go, call me when you finish, so we can work out the details." Dr. Basilius reached for the top folder on the corner of his desk.
"I will." As he left the room, for the first time since he'd made the decision to leave, Nic felt hopeful, maybe this was the start of things going his way. Or at least he could hope for that.
Muse: Nicolas Kokoris
Fandom: Presidio Med
Words: 559
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