This is an idea I came up with for a Kingdom Hospital story. I hope you
won't find it too terrible. Later in the story there will be a bit of
crossover with the Harry Potter universe but the crossover won't involve
anything that you really need to have read the Harry Potter books to
understand.
"Bye, Mona," the young girl said as she reached out and patted the head of the younger girl. "We'll be back to see you in a few days, okay?"
"Yeah, and you know, there's an artist that's just a couple of floors up, I think." The other girl in the room, maybe only a year older than the first girl said as she glanced around at the paint covering the walls. "Maybe if he's feeling up to it he can give you some lessons or something? Would you like that?"
"Just be sure not to let Dr. James' brother try giving you lessons.
They threw him out of art school, you know." the first girl said with a grin.
"And paralegal school. And the seminary. Bree, we better be getting a move on. Professor Jensen's going to be here soon to pick us up." the second girl told her sister as she glanced down at her watch.
"Coming, Aubrey." Breanna said as she snatched up the backpack on the floor and followed her sister towards the door. "Bye, Mona." The two didn't notice the book that had slipped from the pack onto the floor and the suddenly aware look in Mona Klingerman's eyes.
Lona Massingale moved swiftly but carefully through the corridors of Kingdom Hospital, alert for any of her co-workers, especially one in particular that she needed to see immediately. She pulled her coat, the heaviest winter coat that she could find, more securely around her as she scanned the halls. Elmer always followed her around like a puppy so where in the world was he now when she needed him?
"Lona?" She spin around keeping a tight grip on her coat as Christine Draper suddenly appeared behind her.
"What's with the coat? Is the air in the sleep lab on the fritz again?" Christine asked with a slight frown. "Someone said they thought they saw Johnny down in the basement if you need it looked at."
"No, no, I'm sure I can get it adjusted. No need to bother Johnny." Not that the man could ever be found to be bothered with work anyway. "Have you seen Elmer anywhere?"
"I think he's still doing rounds." Christine said with a puzzled look on her face. Usually Elmer would be the last person Lona would be asking about, well, unless she was trying to avoid him.
"Rounds. What floor?" Lona looked up and down the corridor,
knowing that at any moment someone could come along and...
"I think he was heading for the seventh floor the last time I saw him."
"Seventh floor. Thanks." Lona hurried down the hall again with Christine watching her retreating form with a puzzled expression for a moment before shaking her head. It seemed that there was always something strange going on in Kingdom Hospital.
Lona dodged around Otto's station, knowing if he spotted her there was no way that he would miss her little problem. Even before he had somehow had his eyes fixed, he wouldn't have been able to miss this one.
She spotted Elmer's father, Louis Traff, just as she dodged into the elevator, slumping against the rear wall as the doors closed. That had been much too close.
When the elevator doors slid open on the seventh floor, Lona started to hurry out, almost running into Elmer.
"Lona?" Elmer reached out an arm to steady her as she swayed back with the impact. "What are you doing up here?"
"I need to see you in the sleep lab, now." Lona glanced down the hall as she spoke but things appeared clear.
"You..." Elmer was confused for a moment but then he started to slowly smile. Lona had never invited him to the sleep lab before, well not unless she was needing a guinea pig for something. Maybe what had happened the day before... Sure, it had been weird just suddenly ending up in that strange morgue but maybe Lona thought wierd was a turn-on, or something?
Wierd, wierd. He was sure he could think up some more wierd stuff if it would....
"Just come on, Elmer, before someone sees us." Lona motioned impatiently to follow her into the elevator. The two were too involved in the situation at hand to notice the small figure slipping around them and sliding into the far corner of the elevator.
"Bye, Mona," the young girl said as she reached out and patted the head of the younger girl. "We'll be back to see you in a few days, okay?"
"Yeah, and you know, there's an artist that's just a couple of floors up, I think." The other girl in the room, maybe only a year older than the first girl said as she glanced around at the paint covering the walls. "Maybe if he's feeling up to it he can give you some lessons or something? Would you like that?"
"Just be sure not to let Dr. James' brother try giving you lessons.
They threw him out of art school, you know." the first girl said with a grin.
"And paralegal school. And the seminary. Bree, we better be getting a move on. Professor Jensen's going to be here soon to pick us up." the second girl told her sister as she glanced down at her watch.
"Coming, Aubrey." Breanna said as she snatched up the backpack on the floor and followed her sister towards the door. "Bye, Mona." The two didn't notice the book that had slipped from the pack onto the floor and the suddenly aware look in Mona Klingerman's eyes.
Lona Massingale moved swiftly but carefully through the corridors of Kingdom Hospital, alert for any of her co-workers, especially one in particular that she needed to see immediately. She pulled her coat, the heaviest winter coat that she could find, more securely around her as she scanned the halls. Elmer always followed her around like a puppy so where in the world was he now when she needed him?
"Lona?" She spin around keeping a tight grip on her coat as Christine Draper suddenly appeared behind her.
"What's with the coat? Is the air in the sleep lab on the fritz again?" Christine asked with a slight frown. "Someone said they thought they saw Johnny down in the basement if you need it looked at."
"No, no, I'm sure I can get it adjusted. No need to bother Johnny." Not that the man could ever be found to be bothered with work anyway. "Have you seen Elmer anywhere?"
"I think he's still doing rounds." Christine said with a puzzled look on her face. Usually Elmer would be the last person Lona would be asking about, well, unless she was trying to avoid him.
"Rounds. What floor?" Lona looked up and down the corridor,
knowing that at any moment someone could come along and...
"I think he was heading for the seventh floor the last time I saw him."
"Seventh floor. Thanks." Lona hurried down the hall again with Christine watching her retreating form with a puzzled expression for a moment before shaking her head. It seemed that there was always something strange going on in Kingdom Hospital.
Lona dodged around Otto's station, knowing if he spotted her there was no way that he would miss her little problem. Even before he had somehow had his eyes fixed, he wouldn't have been able to miss this one.
She spotted Elmer's father, Louis Traff, just as she dodged into the elevator, slumping against the rear wall as the doors closed. That had been much too close.
When the elevator doors slid open on the seventh floor, Lona started to hurry out, almost running into Elmer.
"Lona?" Elmer reached out an arm to steady her as she swayed back with the impact. "What are you doing up here?"
"I need to see you in the sleep lab, now." Lona glanced down the hall as she spoke but things appeared clear.
"You..." Elmer was confused for a moment but then he started to slowly smile. Lona had never invited him to the sleep lab before, well not unless she was needing a guinea pig for something. Maybe what had happened the day before... Sure, it had been weird just suddenly ending up in that strange morgue but maybe Lona thought wierd was a turn-on, or something?
Wierd, wierd. He was sure he could think up some more wierd stuff if it would....
"Just come on, Elmer, before someone sees us." Lona motioned impatiently to follow her into the elevator. The two were too involved in the situation at hand to notice the small figure slipping around them and sliding into the far corner of the elevator.