The nurses worked with haste, ensuring nothing out of the ordinary would happen while trying to remove the death mark. Though their fear was at an all-time high, they were up to the challenge. Having studied numerous texts through their professional careers, their very pride was on the line in this procedure, but removing a death mark hadn't been achieved in modern history; the last mark to be removed was over a millennia ago, and there are very few people that are that old.
'Please sign this waver.' A nurse with brown hair held out a clipboard with what seemed to be several sheets of paper.
'Why?' Priscilla raised a suspicious eyebrow that reached up into her hairline.
'No reason.' The nurse grew closer ever so slightly.
