Apr 2
starter with: @nancywheeler-ste
Vickie blew out a puff of hair, resting her chin in her hands, elbows on the front desk of the hospital. It was a slow day and the receptionists' day off, so Vickie was posted at the front. She'd rather be running between rooms, chatting with patients and brightening their days, but here she was, stuck staring at the door in an empty room.
Except, it wasn't empty for long. A girl with curly brown hair and sharp, angular features entered the hospital, and Vickie shot up in her chair, straightening her posture and smiling warmly. She recognized her, not that it was a surprise—everyone knew Nancy Wheeler.
"Hello," she started, "how can I help you?"
