"The bed gets my vote," I said.
"Well, the bed it is," she said.
“Here. These were sent over by Mrs. Williams for you. In the palm of his hand, he displays two pills to the audience. Ibuprofen is all that's needed to ease the pain in this situation.
"But it doesn't hurt."
It will, so kindly take the medication as directed. I don't want there to be any discomfort for you.
I drink the glass of water and take the pills that he offers me. I’m terrible at swallowing pills since I’ve made a habit of avoiding them. Because these aren't particularly large, I'm able to swallow them, albeit with some unattractive sputtering along the way. I hand the glass back to him when I'm finished using it. "Are you content at this time, Dr. Damion?"
“Very.”
Before I crawl up onto the bed and lie down on
