The Pharmacist.
The atmosphere in front of the pharmacy was quite busy. It was already eleven in the morning, and Dakota had to sit in the waiting area while his medication was being prepared. This felt like a waste of time, Dakota thought, even though he had only been sitting for fifteen minutes.

A call came in from Sam just as a young pharmacy technician approached him. Dakota would just ignored it. Sam always call in the bad time.

“Mr. Dakota Sorenson?” asked the young man standing in front of him, handing over a brown paper bag.

“Yeah.”

The young man smiled; from the uniform he wore, it was clear he was a pharmacy technician. He had a friendly face and smooth hands as Dakota looked at what he was holding. It was strange—did everyone know he was a VIP patient there now, to be treated this way? No one had ever mentioned anything before, not even Dr. Elbert. Usually, he would be the one picking up his medication at the counter and paying for it himself.

“This is your medication, everything is com
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