08-31-2013, 05:06 PM
A nurse came out a few minutes later, "Mr. Tagerman if you'll just follow me please," she said, offering him a hand up when she noticed his slight struggle to get up. She lead him down the hall, which looked dreadfully long to anyone as pregnant as Allen, but stopped not far down it and opened a door and ushered him, "Verna will be in shortly to see you, but I just have to check a few things if you don't mind," she asked a few of the general questions, checked his blood pressure, then left. It wasn't long after that that Verna came int. She was a tall woman of a lithe build, with a youthful face and, oddly, white hair; not gray in any sense, but white. It was pulled back in a ponytail that stopped at her waist.
"Allen, it's nice to meet you," she said, extending a hand, strong but gentle, for him to shake, "sorry for the wait, I had another last-minute appointment,"
"Allen, it's nice to meet you," she said, extending a hand, strong but gentle, for him to shake, "sorry for the wait, I had another last-minute appointment,"