Asher burst through the big double doors. Almost instantly, he was hit by what he considered to be a horrid smell. As he walked through the bright long halls, crowded with uniformed men and women making haste both ways, he was reminded of how much he hated hospitals.
"Mr Asher," a tall, slightly muscular man with white hair and a white coat to match, made his way towards Asher. "I wouldn't say it's nice to see you under these circumstances," he chuckled, showing the top of his spotless detention as he offered Asher a shake. "But it has certainly been a minute."
Asher let himself smile at the man's obvious joke, taking his hand in a firm handshake. "Yes it has doctor Roy."
