Here she was again. Getting yet another blood transfusion. God, she hated her Sickle Cell disease. She walked into the main office of Brantley Hospital, giving a slight wave to the receptionist. "Hey, Rikie!" She was greeted cheerfully by the blonde behind the desk, upon which she returned her greeting with a small smile and nod. "Hey, Sarah!" Rikie chimed, before slapping on her nametag as always, and walking back down the long hall, to her usual room, number 577.
She took off her leather jacket once she was in the room, and rolled up her sleeve as always. Now, all she needed was a doctor.