Elijah nodded only briefly to Zechariah as he showed the man in. He was almost a full head shorter than him with small glasses and beady eyes. "This is Ichabod Wetherby."

The doctor nodded and shook Zechariah's hand quite firmly. The man had a scrunched up calculating face that placed him somewhere between 40 and 80 years old.

"I was told it was serious, and thus.. here I am. Can you tell me about the poor woman's condition so I may know what I am walking in on?"