Suddenly, you remember that you were supposed to take your meds 3 hours ago. You produce the bottle of Dr. Soystein’s prescription from your jacket pocket and pop one of the pills in your mouth.
Immediately, the whole world seems blissfully serene. It’s like you’re transported to a sunny beach on a cool spring day, all your anger and anxiety swept away with the tide.
A smile creeps across your face, and you wipe your mouth, turning to Cobbert. He views you with relief.
<Oh yeah, good you took your medicine. I was worried there.
Yeah dude. I’m good now. I’m good.
