Father Seraphim was not always accustomed to being ignored, especially in a hospital setting.  Aleksandr saw the slightly flick of his father's wrist, the prayer rope dropped from his arm and into his hand.  The priest was praying for patience, again.  Aleksandr awkwardly took a step forward, so he could better get a grasp of what was happening in the room.  In his previous position he seemed more of in the shadows of his father's cowardice.  His head peaked in the room, further than where his father was standing.

"Nurse Gina," Father Seraphim spoke.  His voice was smooth and calm, "Is everything alright?"  He glanced at Sylvia, unaware that she had no idea who he was.  It was an unfortunate social gaff--his father was unaware of how to deal with drugs and the like. Aleksandr had recognized the confusion on her face right as she peered at them.  He clenched his right fist--as he had done the night before.  He was missing school for this, but he didn't appreciate the higher education, anyways.  It's what got Origen excommunicated.  Not that Aleksandr had a fondness for sainthood.  However, excuses were excuses...

What classes were he missing today?  He did not even remember.  Perhaps, though, he should relay any information to the professors that he shared with Sylv--or was that privat information in which he should not partake?

Unclenching his fist, Aleksandr folded his arms.  The two "side nurses" seemed to be nothing but trouble.  They smelled like trouble.  The last thing Sylv needed was trouble, which was why he was keeping his distance from her.  He didn't want to cause her harm...

He half way quivered from the dry, cold air of the hospital.  His clothes weren't particularly fresh.  And the need to make a lasting impression on Sylv was strong.  She smelled so lovely through the sickness hazing the hospital.

"[I]Is there anything my son and I may do to be of service?[/I]" Father Seraphim slightly rose his voice, hoping to not be ignored this next time.  Aleksandr caught the faintest hint of anger in his father's voice, but other than the speck--he seemed to be a pleasant man. He knew his father was going to ask Sylv personally later if they could help her.  Part of him wanted to be this loyal puppy and guide Sylv through her pain--but the feeling quickly vanished. 

[I]It's only a smell,[/I] Aleksandr told himself. [@Arista]