As this fellow was the on-call, not the attending physician, Sung-Hoon was polite, charming, and gracious. Katie hadn’t seen this just yet, so she was surprised to see how much of Wendy was in this face. Or, how much of this particur face was built into Wendy’s basic personality.

  Was Wendy basing herself on this facet of her father because she loved him or because she was scared of the other side? Only Wendy knew, and she was not currently talking.

  Jeong-Hui stood up and walked over to stand by her husband’s side. She smiled ingratiatingly. The on-call doctor fell under the spell of her charm immediately. All the information that the doctor knows flows out like a burst dam. He does manage to answer a few of the questions that they had about the treatment pn for their daughter. There was a few questions that they had about the admittance and care pn of their daughter, but unfortunately, he knows as much as they do at this point. He was not on duty when she came in, so he has answered everything that he knows. While slightly disappointed, it was understandable. He wasn’t there, how could he know more than what is in the files?

  As they are closing the conversation, the on-call doctor has a premonition that it was actually a very good thing that he was as honest and forthright with this doctor/father as he was, otherwise, he might have had a vastly different experience. Vastly different.

  As the younger doctor was about to escape the jaws of this megalodon, the admitting and attending physician showed up. The on-call was torn between wanting to get popcorn to watch the show and retreating to avoid any shrapnel that was about to rain down. He wisely chose the tter and ghosted out of that room.

  The attending physician was unaware of the imminent danger. The first hint should have been from either of the parents refusing to shake his held out hand. She didn’t know all of the mystical phrases, but she did know her husband’s face. She could read him like an online web novel.

  “Get ready to take notes, Katie,” Seulgi whispered.

  The initial greeting was like the washing of a surgeon's hands. The gentle innocuous statements were like putting on surgical gowns and prepping the tools. He was the surgeon, she was his head nurse, and the autopsy was about to begin. The subject just was not dead. Yet.

  When the questions started flowing, they suddenly became harsher. He had not been treated like this in twenty-five years, he was the head of a department, he took this young woman in because she was pretty and the mystery surrounding her was palpable. Not to mention the story around what happened was juicy and he would be able to get kudos from his circle of friends.

  If he had known that he was about to be treated like a terrorist who was being interrogated by the police, he would have avoided coming in today like the pgue it was becoming. No one had warned him that this father was the head surgeon of a main hospital in Toronto!

  Katie and Seulgi refreshed their drinks frequently. After a bit, Seulgi snuck up and pressed a full gss into Jeong-Hui’s hand. A few moments ter, she did the same with Sung-Hoon, when he was listening to the answer of the other man. Sung-Hoon took a polite sip and promptly ignored the water.

  “You can lead a father to water, but can’t make him drink,” Seulgi butchered that quote but didn’t care.

  When the attending doctor tried to step forward, he was solidly blocked by the father. The doctor was there, too, but Daddy’s Little Girl was behind him and no one was getting near her without his permission. Someday Wendy might get out from that particur burden, but it would be when she’s in her fifty’s and a grandmother herself. Until then, she was stuck with him wanting to dote on her.

  There were not enough chairs in the room to seat everybody. Seulgi approached Jeong-Hui and whispered to her, “You may want to take this outside the room. We don’t want Wendy to listen to this while she is still under. It might stop her from wanting to come back.”

  Her eyes widened at the thought. If her daughter was upset by these two, there would be blood. And not metaphorically.

  She hissed at the men, “Doctors.” They both looked at her in surprise. “Out.” And pointed at the door. The husband not understanding, but knowing that she never says something without reason, and accepts that she might or might not expin herself, left the room. The doctor, not being quite so bright or attentive, had to be manually encouraged to leave the room. He nearly pulled a Seulgi and tripped as he exited the room. The spluttering got quiet as the door sealed closed.

  It was then that the two women turned to Wendy. They went back to the bed, rearranged the sheets, and started talking to her again in a soft and compelling tone. They brought the two chairs in the room to one side and kept the routine. This time, Seulgi got up, got Katie a drink, and took the craft to the nurse’s station to refill the ice and water.

  While the nurses were all experienced and had been through and seen a lot, they rightly figured that it was not a good time to try and chat with Seulgi. They knew who was in the room, without knowing who she actually was. They were also warned by security that since these parents came in, the press started sniffing around, so they needed to be a bit tighter in who they let on to their floor.

  With her usual graceful self and dramatic entrance, Nayeon appeared in the elevator. All eyes focused on her. She blinked at the unexpected attention. Being the bright center of just about every situation, she was used to being looked at. Just not with all of this open hostility.

  Nayeon was also used to receiving hostility. Usually from jealous people, people jealous of her beauty, charm, and/or wit. Not from getting out of an elevator.

  This was when Seulgi got the water, turned around, and saw her friend. “Nayeon, this way.”

  There was another collective sigh from the nurse’s desk. One less person they had to deal with from this increasingly odd group of people. As Seulgi collected Nayeon up and walked off, another nurse came not quite running, but walking faster than decorum permitted. She reported to the rest in a stage whisper: “They are reading the doctor the riot act. I have never seen him this flustered. Be on your best behavior girls, you know how bad he gets when someone, correctly, chews his butt.”

  They saw Seulgi wince, then smack herself in the forehead with her palm. She came back to the desk, asked for a couple more cups, received them, smiled the Seulgi Magic smile at them, and got another eight more fans. She scurried off towards the subject of their discussion room.

  They, the iron-hearted nurses of the 4th floor, who never gave anything more than the exacting needs of their clients as instructed by their doctors, made a note that the person in that room might need her pillows fluffed. Maybe more or new bnkets. They would make an extra and unheard-of effort to treat this person slightly better than due diligence. Especially when Seulgi was around.

  Nayeon has a fairly loud voice said to the re-approaching woman “Seulgi, what’s going on?”

  The nurses were now all happy to have a name with the face.

  While now as loud, but still within earshot, “Well, you already have the basics, but what else we’ve learned has been…”

  Now, the rest of the nurses who had not heard her voice yet had a voice to put with the name and face. There was now a small fan club building on the 4th floor. This seems to happen wherever Seulgi goes.

  Seulgi walked Nayeon to Wendy's room. That was when She looked over at them. Instead of interrupting the inquisition, Seulgi stopped them, made sure to have Her eyes when she pointed at Nayeon, and gave a thumbs up. Nayeon was blissfully unaware that she just passed one of the world’s most stringent test that she had ever unknowingly taken.

  “Who’s that?!”

  “Wendy’s mom. Come on.”

  Upon entering the room, Katie shouted as quietly as she could, “Go get them, Wendy’s is holding my hand!”

  Dropping the water, she turned around and re-opened the door.