Character/Pairing: Luka Kovac
Prompt: O1. General: Rain
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers to "The Lost"
Summary: Having fled from the Mai Mai, Luka questions his decision to remain behind at Matenda.
Disclaimer: Neither Goran Visnjic's image nor the character of Luka Kovac of ER belong to me. No copy-write infringement is intended by their use, they are being borrowed here strictly for entertainment purposes.
What had he gotten them into? Hunched into himself with the rain soaking him to the skin, Luka couldn't help but begin to question the choices that had led him to this place, led them to this place. Why hadn't he gone back to Kisangani with Carter and the others? Why hadn't he allowed them to take these patients when they had taken all of the others? The questions were ones he had no answers for and ones he knew would haunt him as so many other things in his past haunted him. If only he could stop the shivering.
Lifting his head from his knees he looked around at those who had put their trust in him, how was he going to answer when asked what gave him the right to put so many at risk? The shirt that Patrique was trying to shield them with had long ago stopped offering any protection from the rain and if anything only made things worse. He was so cold, and the rain showed no signs of letting up anytime soon.
He dropped his head to his knees again before hugging them tightly in hopes of willing the shivering to stop. What was going to happen to them? Without access to medical treatment what hope did his patients have now? What had he done?
"Dr. Luka, let me give you the quinine." Patrique couldn't help but try again despite the multiple refusals he'd already received.
"No, I told you, save it for the boy." Luka lifted his head only long enough to do just that.
"Will you at least try to rest then?" Patrique's concern over the doctor's worsening condition was impossible for him to conceal.
"I'll try." As he made the concession, Patrique spread the shirt he'd been shielding them with on the ground next to Luka, offering him somewhere other then the mud to lay his head as he coaxed him to lie down.
He should be thinking of a way to get them all tosafety, but he was so tired, maybe Patrique was right, if he rested for just a little while. Curling onto his side he tucked his hands between his knees and closed his eyes, maybe he would see things clearer after he had slept, maybe... The thought was lost as sleep claimed him.
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