Arthur reached into his pocket to his relief, but his fingers met nothing but lint. He checked the other pocket. Empty. His wallet was sitting on his bedside table next to a half-empty glass of water.
"Consider it a 'get well soon' gift," she said, sliding the receipt toward him. "Just make sure you actually the next bag yourself." hold cough drops buy
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour pharmacy hummed in a way that made Arthur’s throbbing headache even worse. He stood in the "Cold & Flu" aisle, his hand trembling as he reached for a bag of honey-lemon lozenges. Arthur reached into his pocket to his relief,
Arthur cleared his throat—a sound like grinding gravel. "I... I forgot my wallet." His wallet was sitting on his bedside table
"That'll be four-fifty," the cashier said, not looking up from her phone.
He froze, clutching the bag. He looked at the cashier, then at the exit, then back at the cough drops. His throat gave a rebellious, jagged twitch. He couldn't leave without them, but he couldn't pay. "Sir?" the cashier prompted, finally looking up.
Arthur popped a drop into his mouth immediately. The cooling menthol was instant heaven. "Thank you," he managed to croak, finally finding a bit of peace in the quiet hum of the night.