With puppy dog eyes Aleksandr stood near the wall. Behind his facade of a mask, he was still rather stoic towards Sylv [i]Wyeth[/i]. He just simply knew how to play the pretend game--a wolf in sheep's clothing--He wasn't particularly nosy, as he did not like people delving into his own personal matters. His eyes widened, taking in every detail of the process. He wasn't familiar with hospitals. The only time he had ever been was when his mother had been rushed to the hospital when he was roughly about eight years of age. She had already been pronounced dead, but protocol was protocol.

He folded his arms, feeling a wave of impatience flush over his body. She was definitely going to be fine. Whatever had happened to her was odd and peculiar. He was slightly interested in this occurrence, but he was no curious cat. No, not in the least.

Father Seraphim came jogging in, his cassock swaying a bit. He had her purse. Her name is "Sylvia Wyeth!" His breath was a bit out from the rush. He was a bit embarrassed to had gone through a lady's purse and dig through her wallet. But emergency was emergency.

"She's conscious, Dad," Aleksandr made the attempt to catch his father up to date on the situation. He glanced at his father's prayer rope. He has accidentally left his at home. He generally made the effort to bring his to Church--mostly for show, but this evening, it appeared he had forgotten. 

"Thank God. I thought we might have lost her..." Father Seraphim was very concerned about Sylv. He looked at his son, pondering if he should bring up the fact that Aleksandr knew the young lady. Aleksandr was not one to make friends quickly, especially with females. Sometimes, he thought Aleksandr to be homosexual. In his personal opinion, he did not find Aleksandr to be an unattractive young man--although gravely troubled into stupidity at times. However, when he looked at his son, he always saw Theodora--and that was his greatest weakness when raising Aleksandr. Such bias would often occur.

"I think she is going to be fine..." Aleksandr trailed off the way his father had. He glanced at his father, arms still folded. He tapped his foot gently and let out a small breath he had been holding since his father entered the room. He had been slightly embarrassed by his father's entrance. Albeit, he really had no reason to be--something he told himself on the often.

Nurse Ada was attending other patients. She was making her rounds and stopped to check on Sylvia. "Oh good, Nurse Gina's one of the best!" She scurried off to attend a monaing man having a PCP trip. He had brought himself to the hospital claiming vampires were trying to kill him. Nurse Ada shook her head. "Such nonsense people believe some times," she spoke under her breath. [@Arista]