The pharmacy was a brightly-lit. The air smelled disinfectant and floral air freshener. Dr. Alistair’s crisp, clinical handwriting was a confession, a detailed list of her own perversion for any bored pharmacist to read.‘Rx: One tablet, to be taken orally at 8 PM. Muscle relaxant. For severe, systemic hypersensitivity.’The pharmacist was a cheerful woman with too much makeup and a name tag that read ‘Brenda.’ “My, my, you must have it bad,” she chirped, tapping prescription into her computer. “This is some strong stuff. Dr. Alistair doesn’t mess around. What’s it for, if you don’t mind my asking?”Lily’s face was a burning mask of shame. “Nerve… damage,” she managed to stammer, her voice a thin, reedy thing.“Oh, that’s terrible!” Brenda clucked sympathetically, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “Well, this should help take the edge off. Just be careful. It can make you a bit… loopy. And don’t operate any heavy machinery.”The irony was a physical blow. If only she knew what k
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