Children found Steve rather delightful, and would, if their parents weren't
paying close enough attention, reach out their hands and pet him as he
trotted by. Steve became use to the feel of children's hands petting his
fur, but he did not stop his forward movement, and each child only managed
one pat before Steve walked away.
Within a few hours of walking, Steve was becoming tired, hungry and thirsty. Fortunatly his thirst was slated easily as he come upon a group of children playing in the water spraying from a fire hydrant. While the children petted him enthusiastically, Steve lapped up the water with his doggy tongue.
The children tried to get Steve to go with them, but he was reluctant, knowing he still had a long way to go. One of the children got sneaky, however, buying a hotdog from a nearby vendor to tempt Steve with. Steve's stomach rumbled, and his mouth watered at the smell of the hotdog.
So for several minutes, Steve ate the hot dog, and the children patted and played with him. Steve even a fetched a few sticks, and even caught a Frisbee a few times in the air. As he played with the children, he never noticed that his tan and brown tail wagged incessantly.
Eventually, the children were called in for dinner by their parents. Each of them had bought him a hotdog from the vendor, so Steve was no longer hungry. He gave each of the children a sloppy kiss with his tongue, which made them laugh and giggle. With one last pat to his furry head, they went inside.
The sun was beginning to set, and Steve entered a deserted alley, deserted except for a few rats that scurried away at his scent, and found a cardboard box sitting beside the trashcans. Steve settled down in the cardboard box and laid his head on his paws. He wondered if his Dad was totally frantic by now, and he hope that Jesse and Amanda were with him. He still had a long way to go, but he hoped he made tomorrow when he would have the whole day to travel.
Mark Sloan sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside the bed. The slow beeping sound of the heart monitor reassured Mark that the patient was still alive, and he held on to that like a lifeline. Mark had been a doctor for years, but all his medical knowledge had been for naught when he couldn't even discover why he found his son at home in an unexplained coma.
Amanda entered the room, and glanced at the EEG to see that Steve was still in the coma. And still alive. She then turned her attention to Mark.
"Mark, you need to rest." She said. "The hospital will call you if there is any change."
"I can't leave, Amanda. Not while my son needs me." Mark answered.
Amanda laid a hand on his shoulder, "Mark, Steve needs you healthy and at your best. Please, go home and get some sleep. Take a shower. Get something to eat."
It took more coaxing, but eventually, Dr. Sloan saw that Amanda knew best. And he made his way home, his son's condition on his mind as he drove.
Within a few hours of walking, Steve was becoming tired, hungry and thirsty. Fortunatly his thirst was slated easily as he come upon a group of children playing in the water spraying from a fire hydrant. While the children petted him enthusiastically, Steve lapped up the water with his doggy tongue.
The children tried to get Steve to go with them, but he was reluctant, knowing he still had a long way to go. One of the children got sneaky, however, buying a hotdog from a nearby vendor to tempt Steve with. Steve's stomach rumbled, and his mouth watered at the smell of the hotdog.
So for several minutes, Steve ate the hot dog, and the children patted and played with him. Steve even a fetched a few sticks, and even caught a Frisbee a few times in the air. As he played with the children, he never noticed that his tan and brown tail wagged incessantly.
Eventually, the children were called in for dinner by their parents. Each of them had bought him a hotdog from the vendor, so Steve was no longer hungry. He gave each of the children a sloppy kiss with his tongue, which made them laugh and giggle. With one last pat to his furry head, they went inside.
The sun was beginning to set, and Steve entered a deserted alley, deserted except for a few rats that scurried away at his scent, and found a cardboard box sitting beside the trashcans. Steve settled down in the cardboard box and laid his head on his paws. He wondered if his Dad was totally frantic by now, and he hope that Jesse and Amanda were with him. He still had a long way to go, but he hoped he made tomorrow when he would have the whole day to travel.
Mark Sloan sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside the bed. The slow beeping sound of the heart monitor reassured Mark that the patient was still alive, and he held on to that like a lifeline. Mark had been a doctor for years, but all his medical knowledge had been for naught when he couldn't even discover why he found his son at home in an unexplained coma.
Amanda entered the room, and glanced at the EEG to see that Steve was still in the coma. And still alive. She then turned her attention to Mark.
"Mark, you need to rest." She said. "The hospital will call you if there is any change."
"I can't leave, Amanda. Not while my son needs me." Mark answered.
Amanda laid a hand on his shoulder, "Mark, Steve needs you healthy and at your best. Please, go home and get some sleep. Take a shower. Get something to eat."
It took more coaxing, but eventually, Dr. Sloan saw that Amanda knew best. And he made his way home, his son's condition on his mind as he drove.