“Hrmph, not like anything would manage to hit me,” Seres grumbled as she flipped open the folder that her father gave her. Much like a young child, she quickly flipped through the pages, barely reading them. Once she got to the waiver, she signed her name.
“So, when do I get my…” Seres’s voice trailed off as she felt a wave of nausea hit her due to the treatment that she was given only an hour ago. So, she quickly moved to the side to find a trash bin.