Disclaimer: It's official... I'm unofficially claiming Paul as my own... I'll
admit, I didn't come up with him, but he's mine! King can keep all the rest
of em!
Falagad: Sorry for the lack of action... it may come back eventually, but for now... sit tight. Flare: I apologize, but Steg just so happens to be a part of Kingdom Hospital staff... as much as we'd all like to see him forced into retirement... or an institution. H20 Angel: I don't know about genius... but if you say so... I'M A GENIUS!!! The Blood Ringed Moon: Yah... I know what you mean... I must admit, I was rather disappointed as well.
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Alyssa's solitude was short lived. Within minutes of the nurse's departure, the head neurosurgeon stepped in.
He paid no attention whatsoever to the girl, instead he skimmed over the clipboard momentarily before muttering to himself and adding a few notes of his own.
Alyssa, rather put out by being ignored, cleared her throat loudly.
"Excuse me, Doctor...?"
She paused, waiting for him to respond. He looked up – obviously startled to see his patient looking him in the eye questioningly.
He put on a friendly – but fake – smile and extended his hand.
"Stegman, Dr. Stegman."
Alyssa nodded in reply.
"So you're the doctor who'll be operating on me?"
Stegman was busy with the clipboard again.
"Hmn? Oh, yes – we'll be operating first thing tomarrow."
"And this will get rid of my tumor, right?"
She looked at Steg inquisitively, but he didn't notice. Alyssa realized she wasn't going to get anymore information from the doctor – she settled back down in her bed and remained quiet, waiting for the blonde doctor to leave.
Falagad: Sorry for the lack of action... it may come back eventually, but for now... sit tight. Flare: I apologize, but Steg just so happens to be a part of Kingdom Hospital staff... as much as we'd all like to see him forced into retirement... or an institution. H20 Angel: I don't know about genius... but if you say so... I'M A GENIUS!!! The Blood Ringed Moon: Yah... I know what you mean... I must admit, I was rather disappointed as well.
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Alyssa's solitude was short lived. Within minutes of the nurse's departure, the head neurosurgeon stepped in.
He paid no attention whatsoever to the girl, instead he skimmed over the clipboard momentarily before muttering to himself and adding a few notes of his own.
Alyssa, rather put out by being ignored, cleared her throat loudly.
"Excuse me, Doctor...?"
She paused, waiting for him to respond. He looked up – obviously startled to see his patient looking him in the eye questioningly.
He put on a friendly – but fake – smile and extended his hand.
"Stegman, Dr. Stegman."
Alyssa nodded in reply.
"So you're the doctor who'll be operating on me?"
Stegman was busy with the clipboard again.
"Hmn? Oh, yes – we'll be operating first thing tomarrow."
"And this will get rid of my tumor, right?"
She looked at Steg inquisitively, but he didn't notice. Alyssa realized she wasn't going to get anymore information from the doctor – she settled back down in her bed and remained quiet, waiting for the blonde doctor to leave.