“Hello Ro, I’m Neela.  Neela Rasgotra.  I’m a doctor here at County.”

“I gathered you were a doc it’s the long white coat that gave you away.  Hi.”  Robbi said tossing a look at Abby who was hiding her face for some reason.  Either she was embarrassed about calling her nice or about Neela being nosy.  Ro couldn’t tell which it was but she found it endearing.

“What did you mean by captured?”  Neela asked and Abby gave her a ‘shut the ***** up look’.  But Neela ignored it, Neela had a way of being nosey. 

“Hmm?”  Ro looked at her dreamy eyed for a moment and then snapped to attention.  “Oh.  A little over two years ago, I was running a camp on the boarder and rebels invaded the camp.  They killed most of the six thousand refugees there but held onto the doctors and nurses.  They worked us for our lives.  If you wanted to live, you did as you were told.  We became a… roaming M*A*S*H unit.  Working 20 hour days, sleeping in boxes the size of a coffin or standing up.  Eating the most ungodly of things.  Then three months ago, we were traded.  To a general who wanted to trade us to the US.  We were fed, cleaned up, and finally we were sent to Paris.  Then home.”  Robbi said and Abby’s mouth hung open, and Neela bit her lip.

“That’s awful.”  Neela whispered in a deep voice.  Ro shrugged taking a piece of pizza from the fridge it had green mold growing from it.  She regarded it for a moment, and then turned to them.

“We have to grow our own penicillin here too?”  She asked deadpan.

ERERERERER

“I’m Susan.  Susan Lewis, I run the ER.”  Susan said offering her hand and Ro took it with a knowing smile.  Introducing herself had become the fun of the day.  The looks she’d gotten from everyone was just priceless.

“Robbi Romano, call me Ro if you want.”  Robbi said with a quick wiggle of her eyebrows.

“Ro…  Ma…  nooo?  No….”  Susan said in slow motion.  She gently pulled her hand away from Roberta’s and shook her head gently.  Susan couldn’t say a word, what could she say?