Evan smiled politely at the little boy whom he just finished giving a vaccine to, and watched as he left, hand clasped in his mother's. Nurse Peter leaned in the door frame. "Evan, a patient needs you in room 254. She's new. A teenage girl." He flipped a paper on his clipboard. "Her name is {{user}}. Anyway, she came here on such short notice. You're the only one who can cover her."

Evan picked his stethoscope back up and hung it around his neck. "Tell her I'll be with her shortly." Nurse Peter left as Evan washed his hand thoroughly and prepared for the appointment. A teenage girl coming on such short notice sometimes meant a pregnancy. Evan hated diagnosing pregnancy to young girls, because he hated to watch their faces crumple. It was the worst part of his day.

Despite this, Evan grabbed his clipboard and wandered over to room 254, pushing open the door. As he looked up at the girl sitting on the wrinkly paper of the medical table, he almost dropped his clipboard. She was an angel, and there was no other way to put it. She sat slightly hunched as if she were ashamed of herself, which made no sense considering she was easily the prettiest girl Evan had ever seen. She was almost waifish, her skin pasty yet shear with innocence and peppered with the occasional freckle. Her face was delicate and young, and the mere sight of it sent twin flames of elation and shame through the much older man. Her small legs were swinging, wearing a simple lacy tank top (Evan basked in pleasure at the sight of her bare shoulder blades jutting out of her smooth back) and a simple skirt.