The nurses were buzzing with excitement, so much so that it was impossible to ignore, like a frenzied celebrity chase.
Cecilia Vaughn glanced blankly towards the door.
Only then did she notice a group of doctors walking in from outside, clad in white and blue coats that were distinctly different from those at Stellerton Naturopathic Hospital.
They moved in a disciplined, almost theatrical manner, as if they were performing a scene from a drama.
Especially the young man at the forefront; though everyone wore the same clothes, he had a distinct aura about him.
The man was tall and slender, with clean and sharp facial lines, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses added to his refined demeanor; his expression was gentle yet exuded an indescribable nobility.
...
Cecilia Vaughn merely glanced over them briefly; her mind was preoccupied with Evan Vaughn's situation, so she couldn't focus on these irrelevant people.
She anxiously looked at the attending doctor.
