Lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, skin white as snow. Someday someone would use those words to describe her. Rosa was a brilliant military trained doctor. She had a reputation for solving impossible medical situations- including a time when a British liaison officer took (what looked like) a metal poll to the chest.
It was a component of an improvised explosive device, and the main doctors thought he would not live. Rosa thought outside the box. She took the poll out in pieces making sure he was stable after every "session" (of cutting open his torso). With that process she saved his life and his liver.
On his last day in the infirmary he decided to make his move. "What's your name?" he asked in his sexy brittish accent.
"Rosa." She smiled. She had always been socially awkward; at 25 yearsold she was still a virgin and in fact she had never even been kissed. It was just a lack of confidence. She was one of those people who could not even take a complement without pointing out how unworthy she was of praise.
"I'm Reginald" despite the fact he looked like a human version of super Mario, she felt honored that he would even talk to her. Tall and muscular with an odd handlebar mustache, he was not overly attractive, but he was an actual solider (as opposed to a medic or a clerical worker) for whatever reason she just found that to be impressive.
So impressive she had sex with him on the first date, because that was what he wanted. On their 4th date he told her he wanted her to move in with him, she was eagerly agreed. They both had intensive work schedules, but every night they would have each other.
She let him have her however he wanted. There was an old saying there is s difference between rape, f—king, sex and making love. What he made her do was more along the line of the first 2; but he enjoyed it and she only wanted to make him happy. Every day she could wake up by his side felt like a win to her.
They had been together for 4 months when she accidently found herself pregnant. But there was no time for something like that; so in an act of love she took it upon herself to get an abortion. When she told him, it lead to the first time he said anything close to "I love you." His words were "I always knew I could trust you."
That was just how he was, maybe that was how all men were. But she knew he loved her.
When he got his freelancer contract, he found a way to bring her with him. Her record spoke for itself; she was a skilled doctor and would make a great addition to the medical team.
Her role on the ship was pretty straightforward. Wearing her light pink armor, or regular clothes (depending on her tasks for that day) she was stationed primarily in the emergency clinic for 10-14 hours shifts. She was one of only a handful of lead doctors; way too few for a ship the size of "Mother of Invention." After work she would just go back to the room she shared with Wyoming. Sometimes he would be there, sometimes not. She never thought to go exploring on her own.
One time she actually brought up the subject to Wyoming. "What is there to do around here?"
"You don't have enough to do at work?" he said in his usually tone..
"I'm just wondering what your team does for fun," she shrugged her shoulders, she instantly regretted those words.
"How about this; you stick to your work area and I'll stick to mine; you can make small talk with the nursing staff all you like." He stopped short of the 2nd half of that statement. 'you can make small talk with the nursing staff- but if I ever catch you with my team there will be trouble.'
She kept her promise to only speak to patients and hospital staff. She met a few of the lower ranking freelancer agents, but 2 weeks in, that all changed.
Rosa would never forget the day she met her first real friend Agent Connecticut, aka Anna aka CT. It was a pink armor day.
The girl in brown armor took off her helmet revealing her cute face and brown hair. She looked to be no older than 20.
"Good morning-Agent Connecticut, oh I'm sorry it says you prefer to go by 'CT'." Rosa said, checking the chart. The girl had broken her wrist the other day in traning, but luckily Project Freelancer supplied their medical staff with the latest in technology. A different doctor had used the sonar scanner to refuse the bone in just moments. CT just had to keep her wrist in a splint for 1 day to allow it to fully heal.
"I'm Agent Iowa, or Rosa. Your primary doctor had a scheduling conflict…" she said using the scanner feature built in to her armor.
"You're an agent?" CT had heard of Rosa, but she was surprised a doctor was given a state title.
"I guess; I have 5 years of experience as a field medic. 3 deployments… and I'm a military certified surgeon; I've trained on the newer technologies- I guess that's why I was invited here." Rosa answered nervously. No one in project freelancer was average, but listing her resume made her feel like she was trying to prove something.
"And you're Wyoming's girlfriend, right?" CT said, as if it was common knowledge among the freelancers who actually went on missions."Awkward-, sorry. Anyway- I didn't know project freelancer used field medics."
"they don't." Rosa was still required to undergo combat training and weapon proficiency- which she was not terribly skilled at. (or at least not on par with a high ranking freelancer.) But her skills as a doctor kept her from being in the bottom 10- her best ranking was 39th. It was for that reason she spent her meal breaks at the medical ward, eating alone at her desk.
"You can hang out in the main cafeteria, or does Wyoming forbid you from making friends?" CT asked jokingly, with her helmet off her sweet smile was in full view. It quickly, changed to disgust "he actually doesn't want you making friends!"
"Just not with the people who he works with. I've met other agents, just not the ones in the top 10." Rosa finished the scan and removed the splint on CT's perfectly healed wrist.
"We'll you can be my friend. I can introduce you to the agents who make living in this place bearable." CT held Rosa'a hand. "Life's too short to be unhappy."
"ok." Usually she would ask Wyoming's permission but he was off ship for the day so she thought; might as well. They made a date to go to lunch at the main cafeteria.
Rosa got there a little after 1 pm. There was no way she was going in without CT. then she saw them; the twins. Clad in their similar shades of purple armor, they were top tier agents.
"You lost or something?" asked the blonde woman in an abnormally mean tone.
"just-just waiting for someone." Rosa answered nervously.
"You can wait inside, we don't bite." Said the blonde man.
"Speak for yourself; if you want to hit on Wyoming's f—k toy go ahead. I'm going to bite my own arm off if I don't some food." The blonde woman paused. "Are you waiting for Wyoming? He's off ship."
"no, I'm waiting for Anna… agent CT." As soon as the twins went inside she was going to leave, Wyoming was right; she didn't belong there. Suddenly she felt him holding her hand.
"and you can wait inside with us. I'm Evan, that's, my sister Eva"
"Agent North and South Dakota, it's an honor." (Half an honor anyway) Rosa looked in to his eyes. He had such beautiful eyes.
That was when CT finally arrived. She ran up and gave Evan a huge hug. "long time no see!" she happily turned to Rosa, " I picked a great day to invite you here! Evan has been off ship for over a week. Evan meet agent Iowa aka Rosa she's a field medic."
"We've met." Rosa was blushing.
"Cool! Lets go in then. You can tell me if the food here is better or worse than in the medical ward." CT smiled.