Zuzu was waiting for Patrick. He was sick yesterday, maybe he wouldn't be today. Zuzu played with her doll, making her dance on the floor. She spun and slid, gracefully, across the floor, led by Zuzu's pale hand as she waited for something fun. Zuzu began to pretend to doodle on the floor, tracing lines and patterns on the black floor with her slender fingers, imagining the nails left thin and thick lines of different  colors on the floor. In her mind, Zuzu filled her floor with color and patterns, smiling all the while.

When she heard footsteps Zuzu looked up, into the hallway. There was a doctor walking down the hall. Zuzu looked closer. He wasn't her doctor It was another doctor, Doctor... something or other. Whatever. But, he looked like he was walking towards Zuzu's room. Zuzu began to giggle, so Patrick was sick today, that kind of sucked. But as long as this other doctor wasn't totally mean, Zuzu would be fine.
"Are you here instead of Patrick?" Zuzu asked James as he neared closer to her room.