Ok, second story. Yay! Ok, so basically I thought Hey, a lot of the princesses stories had to do with things here. So yeah, the entire thing takes place in a hospital, with sexy doctor Prince Charming and his patients and co-workers.

So imagine if all the princesses' Princes disappeared, leaving only one.

You get my story!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the princesses, princes, or Disney characters in this story.

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3rd Person POV

Dr. Richard Prince sipped nonchalantly at his cooling coffee, looking over the next patients clipboard.

A suicide attempt by a Belle Beeston (A/N: Lol); her husband, Roger Beeston (A/N: I don't know.) had been killed in a drunk driving accident earlier this month.

Records show that Roger had a history of drinking, often getting violent and irritable, but never towards Belle. Apparently, she was about the only one who could get him to calm down enough to where he would pass out. But when he was sober, they were often very affectionate towards each other.

Pity, Richard thought as he studied her ghastly complexion. Her face was ghost white from the loss of blood, her eyes wide open, staring emptily into the space above.

As he rose to leave the room she snapped up, eyes staring into his like daggers. That was all she did for a minute, was stare at him with empty, lifeless eyes.

She snapped out of her trance, eyes rolling back in her head and she fell back onto the bed, head hitting the pillow. Richard stared at her for another second or two before turning to leave.

Well, that was odd, he thought as he passed the cleaning janitor, Ella.

"Morning, Elle," he said as he passed her. She looked up from her mop, smiling nervously and blushing. As she remembered those warm blue eyes, she wondered idly if he knew that it was her at that Christmas Party where they danced and kissed. Remembering that night she blushed, looked back down at her mop and bucket, and continued to clean.

She only continued to work here for two reasons; One, because her stepmother was blowing all her own money and needed Ella's. Two, Richard.

She spent the rest of her shift daydreaming about the night of the Christmas Party.

And so the day carried on like any other day would. Near the end of his shift, Dr. Prince was called over to the front desk.

"Yeah, Doris?" (A/N: Lol, sorry, had to put that in there.) he asked as politely as he could. He was rather irked that he was being kept here a little later than planned.

"Tomorrow you have a new patient; she needs special attention," she said, the term she used when someone had a physiological problem.

He sighed. "Okay, so what's her name?"

Doris looked up, her half circle glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose.

"Aurora."

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Okay, hit or miss?

Should I continue or what?

Review, please!