Aleksandr smiled softly.  The nurse [I]actually[/I] called him by his real name instead of the pet name his father always used. He looked up in the direction that his father had gone and then back at Sylvia, who was now in the wheelchair.  He wanted to ask her what it was like to break a bone.  He, personally, had never broken a bone before, fortunately or unfortunately. 

He decided to mind his own fucking business and took hold of the wheelchair's handles, "Alright, Mademoiselle.  I believe your chariot awaits you outside,” he said slightly sarcastically, but in all, he was trying to be jovial considering the situation. It was an effort on his part.  Whether it translated clearly was another issue in itself.  He drew in a small breath and started pushing the wheelchair out of the room.  Sylvia was lighter than he expected, not that he had expected her to be heavy.  The push had just gone farther than he wanted.

He waited for Nurse Gina to hand him Sylvia’s medications and To-Do List.  As he waited, he looked around the hospital corridor:  the lights were bright, and the air was still stale and dry. His hands squeezed the handles of the wheelchair as he looked back down at Sylvia. She smelled lovely as ever, but her face said otherwise. [@Arista]