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.

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[lostamigo]

Long as I take the drugs on time, the only side effect is that I'm stuck inside a metal coffin. And I will be forever. It's a part of me.

And it's not back-alley. That'd be simpler than reality.