Chapter 12Fizz hated pills. He'd been taking them on and off from the age of fourteen, for all the good it had done. When he'd told his doctor that the pills made him feel sick, and often more miserable, he was simply given a different prescription. Even the counselling was pretty useless. All they'd ever told him was talk about how he felt. Yet, on three pills a day, Fizz couldn't feel much at all. Apart from the random bouts of nausea.
It had taken him years, but when Fizz finally decided, once and for all, that he'd rather feel crap without pills than be a zombie on pills, he'd weaned himself off them without telling anyone. Down from three pills a day to one, over several weeks, and his parents hadn't even noticed.
As long as he stayed in his room and kept out of their way, they neve
