William was sitting at the reception desk of a local clinic, something he was doing since he lost his job at a bigger company. This clinic did a lot of testing and hosting trials for new medicine but most of the people would drop it half way and the people who did it fully had nothing to say about the side effects, and he'd get bitched at for it as if he made the medicine and hosted everything.

William looked up once he heard the door open and sat up straight. He looked down at what the person had in their hands and saw a piece of paper, presumably the trial application.