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

[a_monetized_mind]

Ah, no, I meant like...Like upgrading to a newer model, or something.

[Still, the way he talks about it...]

...If you'd rather not have it...I'm kind of short on cash myself right now, but I could help you get a good loan.

[lostamigo]

Why'd I want to upgrade?

[a_monetized_mind]

Ah, sorry, just...The way you were talking about it, I assumed...

[lostamigo]

I don't think you could upgrade it anyway.

The manufacturer doesn't exist anymore.

[a_monetized_mind]

...You've led an interesting life, haven't you.

[lostamigo]

Depends if you consider mistakes interesting.