Georgette stared at his legs under the blanket, rocking them back and forth impatiently. The hospital bed was uncomfortable, but that was nothing new for him. He’d been in and out of here for years. Every little cold for others would become something big for him. This time he had been sick for a month and a half. Sure his parents had his school work brought here so that he wouldn’t miss any lessons, but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to be out there, doing something. He wanted to learn. He’d been asking himself, for the past few days, what would he become? What would he do when he grew up? It was very important, to him, and to his family. They were an odd family unit, Slaugh and Kirin mixing together, creating him. He reached up with one hand and rubbed it over his smooth horn. The motion soothing, almost a compulsive thing for him. He lay back in his bed, pillows propping him up so that the fluid in his lungs would cause a coughing fit.

Closing his eyes was a relief, for they ached quite a bit now. The doctors were helping him as best they could but he knew it was time he needed most to recover. The doctors... they had got him thinking. He thought, if he could successfully pursue it, that he wanted to become one. They were always helping others feel better. He wanted to be a doctor. No. He wanted to be the best doctor.