Infectious And Flirtatious
The football injury in his left leg was killing him, like knives, needles and nails being hammered in at a rapid rate over and over again. He had run out of painkillers and was desperate for his relieve, and was desperate to help his wife. He left his wife at home; she was in labour, the home birth, not going as well as they thought. His name was Lee, leaving the house, limping to the bus stop, the journey of aid for his wife and his wife had begun.
Lee knew the pharmacy and his doctor would not give him another prescription for the drugs for his injury. He had overdosed on them some days, when times were tough and the pain was outrageous, asking five days early for another prescription would look suspicious, of course questions would be asked.
Not only was he in pain he had the worry of his wife on his mind. Anxiety of leaving her at home, was a torment of nerves and emotions, he was finding it hard to think straight. He was scared and so was she, they both wanted the home birth, they'd been so stubborn and arrogant to reject the medical professions help and advice, and the regret feeling had now kicked in. Lee knew if he asked for help with his wife they would tell him to phone an ambulance, and take her to the hospital.
Limping off the bus he had arrived outside, Saint Hughes. On his hand he had written on before he left the name of the drug for his leg. Walking in as casually as he could to the hospital pharmacy, he planned to go behind the counter, find some more of his drug, something for his wife and then run off with it, well get away as fast as he could, with his injury the only holdback right now.
The young female pharmacist, he come away from behind the counter to explain to another customer the use of a medicine, he went into the back of the pharmacy.
Surrounded by millions of drugs, bottles, tablets and jars, like a sweet shop of drugs, Lee searched franticly for his own type. Finally finding his drugs, he then began his search to find some aid for his wife.
"What are you doin'?!" the pharmacist had seen Lee, his time was up. But panic struck him too quick, he ran towards the young women, limping and knocked her out of the way, taking the wrong turning, ending up in some sort of lab were a load of disease testing was going on. He found a door to a fire exit, leading him to another part of the hospital.
Limping to leave as soon as possible he tripped on a medicine trolley, knocking over some samples, his pills spilt a little, he salvaged all he could, regaining his balance and stance, he left, he'd got away with out the pharmacist catching up. Limping away almost empty handed and infected. Lee was so stressed now, his blood pressure boiling out of control, he felt sick, he needed something for his wife. Taking one of his tablets, shaking his head as the nasty taste of taking it without water, hit the back of his throat, Lee was determined to get something for his wife.
Got the rest of this story written, just gotta type it up and post them up. Hope you like the start, Please R&R xxx