Capsules, liquids, vitamins, cooling patches, ointments for joints, even… was that a bottle of anti-diarrhea syrup next to a suppository pack?
"…Liam's body sounds like it's hosting a civil war," I muttered.
"Aha! Found it!" Tang held up a strip of digestive tablets with a flourish, wiping the sweat from his brow for dramatic effect. "Actually, here—take these too. Works faster."
I accepted the meds with both hands. "Thank you, really. How much do I owe you?"
He waved me off. "Forget it. It's on me."
I shot him a look but didn't argue. "Fine, but I'm buying you a coffee tomorrow."
Tang left a few minutes later, whistling and humming like he hadn't just played drugstore roulette at two in the morning.
I took the pills, settled into bed, and finally let sleep pull me under.
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