I had food checked off of my list, now I still had to search for my mom’s meds. I left the swarming crowds and went to look inside of the stores. As I got further away from all of the shouting, I could think clearer. I could now feel the light stinging of the scrapes on my upper thigh. The blood had dried and began forming scabs but it still needed to be cleaned and what not.
The store outlet didn’t turn up a single bottle of Dyglosamine and I wasn’t surprised. The old pharmacy in the outlet was cleaned out just like all of the others were. I got back on my bike and took out the leads list to see what other places I had to check out. Both were health clinics, neither of them were remotely close to each other. The first one was at least ten miles from the shopping outlet. The other was on
