Prompt #10 - Shore.
I put a hand under his elbow as we disembarked, but he shook it off with asperity.
"You know, you may be a competent physician, but you're a perfectly horrid patient."
I received only a scowl for my solicitations and attempted humour until he tried to pick up a heavy piece of luggage and his shoulder protested the strain. He dropped it painfully, the frown deepening.
I sighed. "Would you swallow your infernal pride for just a few minutes, Doctor, and allow me?"
For a moment our gazes locked, a wordless war of wills progressing.
"Thank you," he growled finally.