Medication

[lostamigo]

[Daniel sits in a common room, in a chair large enough to support his weight. In front of him, a TV. What's playing is the ending credits to a western, as the cast rides off into the sunset. Looks like he's been sitting here for a while. And, as soon as someone passes by, he speaks.]

...I made a mistake. Can't move my leg. On the table over there, a syringe. Can you give it to me? Sorry about that.

Comments

[itbelongsinamuseum]

Okay. Not as bad as I thought, then. As long as you don't get stranded on the Moon or something, it should be possible to handle.

[lostamigo]

If I relied on medicine more, I'd probably be dead by now.

I'd rather not die. I need to find my friends. And I like living. Even if it's living inside a metal can.

[itbelongsinamuseum]

Not dying is general considered superior.

Any leads on where to find them?

[lostamigo]

No.