Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It had been seven years since Andromeda Nicolette Devereaux left the small town of New Hope, but still something drew her back. Most people knew her, most remembered her, and she wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing. She had been a spitfire and quite the catch as a teenager, and most had been sorry to see her go when she left for college and medical school. Andromeda, who was often called Andi, stood at a slightly small 5'3", with a moderately curvy build, her legs were long, and her waist small. Her dark brown hair fell in soft waves reaching the middle of her back, and bright blue eyes added to her sometimes mysterious aura. There was no doubt that she was considered a beautiful woman.
She returned to New Hope with very little fanfare two weeks prior, bought a nice little farmhouse that had once belonged to her grandmother, and settled in to begin a quiet existence. Yes, there was something absolutely perfect about life in New Hope, where things moved slowly and crime was almost non-existent. Andromeda had come home to practice, and she was glad of it. Too much time New York City trying to keep her head above water was draining and unpleasant. It was lucky for New Hope too, it seemed, because a month before her arrival, Dr. Gregory Yanis had retired and moved to Florida, leaving the small town without a doctor. And so the little office had passed to Andromeda.
Andromeda had come home to a simpler life, but life never remains simple. Not two hours after her little office opened it's doors three weeks ago, a very attractive man came rushing in with his daughter. Todd Evans brought his daughter into the office with her arm wrapped in a homemade sling, and it was clear that the arm was broken. After an x-ray to be sure, Andromeda wrapped the girl's arm in a cast, prescribed a mild painkiller, and sent them on their way. But it was Todd she remembered most from the incident, rushing in from his job looking tired but concerned.
She was seated in her office, going over some paperwork, her dark hair pushed back out of her face, bright green eyes scanning the text in front of her. Thirty years of medical records, bills, and random thank you letters to go through. It seemed Dr. Yanis had not been an efficient record keeper, and neither had his former nurse. At the moment, Andromeda was the only one there because while she had the money to hire one, decent nurses in town all worked at the hospital. Across the back of a chair in the small office was a white lab coat, and the woman behind the desk seemed too young to be a doctor. She certainly didn't dress in the usual way. Instead she wore a pair of slightly snug fitting jeans, black cowboy boots, and black tank top under a soft blue button up.
She returned to New Hope with very little fanfare two weeks prior, bought a nice little farmhouse that had once belonged to her grandmother, and settled in to begin a quiet existence. Yes, there was something absolutely perfect about life in New Hope, where things moved slowly and crime was almost non-existent. Andromeda had come home to practice, and she was glad of it. Too much time New York City trying to keep her head above water was draining and unpleasant. It was lucky for New Hope too, it seemed, because a month before her arrival, Dr. Gregory Yanis had retired and moved to Florida, leaving the small town without a doctor. And so the little office had passed to Andromeda.
Andromeda had come home to a simpler life, but life never remains simple. Not two hours after her little office opened it's doors three weeks ago, a very attractive man came rushing in with his daughter. Todd Evans brought his daughter into the office with her arm wrapped in a homemade sling, and it was clear that the arm was broken. After an x-ray to be sure, Andromeda wrapped the girl's arm in a cast, prescribed a mild painkiller, and sent them on their way. But it was Todd she remembered most from the incident, rushing in from his job looking tired but concerned.
She was seated in her office, going over some paperwork, her dark hair pushed back out of her face, bright green eyes scanning the text in front of her. Thirty years of medical records, bills, and random thank you letters to go through. It seemed Dr. Yanis had not been an efficient record keeper, and neither had his former nurse. At the moment, Andromeda was the only one there because while she had the money to hire one, decent nurses in town all worked at the hospital. Across the back of a chair in the small office was a white lab coat, and the woman behind the desk seemed too young to be a doctor. She certainly didn't dress in the usual way. Instead she wore a pair of slightly snug fitting jeans, black cowboy boots, and black tank top under a soft blue button up.
