09-01-2013, 07:26 AM
Verna came into the nurse's lounge after a while with a pleasant smile, as always, and one of the nurses, a soft-spoken man with a gentle southern accent who'd been chatting with Allen (as he was two months pregnant himself with a single child) looked up when she came in.
"Darlin' you have to be a miracle worker," he mused, "I neva seen anyone help deliver a child that fast without all chaos fallen from the sky," Verna just chuckled.
"I've been doing this a long time kid," she hummed.
"She never ages," one of the other nurses whispered loudly, teasingly, to Allen, "she's like a witch or somethin'," there was a friendly air of lighthearted teasing in the room, "She swapped her broom and witch's cat for her wit and her pet fox," Verna laughed a bit.
"Oh hush now Gretta... I just happen to have an affinity for foxes. how are you holding up Allen?" She asked, making herself some tea, "Gretta hasn't bored you to death talking about me being the strange woman who has a harmless little fox has she? Silvy is my baby, nothing wrong with that,"
In truth Allen had had an oppertunity before he slowed down to see, pet, and play with the fox; one of the unusual and expensive Russian Domesticated foxes named Silveo, Silvy for short. In truth, Silveo was elderly, toothless, and friendly. At the moment he was residing in his kennel, snoring like a bulldog.
"Darlin' you have to be a miracle worker," he mused, "I neva seen anyone help deliver a child that fast without all chaos fallen from the sky," Verna just chuckled.
"I've been doing this a long time kid," she hummed.
"She never ages," one of the other nurses whispered loudly, teasingly, to Allen, "she's like a witch or somethin'," there was a friendly air of lighthearted teasing in the room, "She swapped her broom and witch's cat for her wit and her pet fox," Verna laughed a bit.
"Oh hush now Gretta... I just happen to have an affinity for foxes. how are you holding up Allen?" She asked, making herself some tea, "Gretta hasn't bored you to death talking about me being the strange woman who has a harmless little fox has she? Silvy is my baby, nothing wrong with that,"
In truth Allen had had an oppertunity before he slowed down to see, pet, and play with the fox; one of the unusual and expensive Russian Domesticated foxes named Silveo, Silvy for short. In truth, Silveo was elderly, toothless, and friendly. At the moment he was residing in his kennel, snoring like a bulldog.