Tucker Cummings

Chapter 24: The Bolus

In Uncategorized on January 24, 2011 at 6:00 am

Doctor-Margery hands me an orange pharmacy bottle. It’s filled with pills, fat white ones that look like they should be for horses, not people.

“I’d say you should have two of those. They’re chewable, but you won’t like the taste.”

I’m too tired to argue, so I follow the doc’s instructions without complaint. She also inserts something just under my skin without anesthetic, but it doesn’t hurt at all.

“I’m sort of stunned. I can’t believe you didn’t accuse us of trying to poison you,” Driver-Margery breathes.

The truth is, I’m half-hoping the pills will end all this.

I nod off.

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