Ch.2: 67%

"What a rush," Meerkat panted; his response was met with a collection of gasps from his fellow team members that were busy catching their breath. They were standing near the curb on a two way intersection after being nearly chased down by a Police Officer.

"So what was it that you stole from the Pharmacy?" Wanna-Bee asked, leaving Meerkat in a stunned silence.

Meerkat's lip pursed shut; he dug a hand into his breast pocket producing a box. "it's a urinalysis test strips for Ketones," he explained with the roll of his shoulders. "I always have to keep a box or two of these on hand," he smiled sadly. "it's no big deal, really."

It went without saying; Meerkat's trips to the Pharmacist were becoming more frequent.

FLOPP wasn't the organization it used to be since their leader wasn't treating his diabetes more frequently than he should be. He was having trouble lowering his blood glucose for the past month. He was habitually forgetting to take his insulin forcing his team members to rebuke him for this behavior. He was upsetting them, he didn't them to worry, but he was forcing them to do it, if meant that he'd be taking care of himself.

They weren't sure the reason why he was doing it, only lately he's been acting stubborn and hostile. It's only been a year since he was diagnosed with Type 1. It's nothing he shouldn't be used to by now.

Deep down Meerkat was envious of his teammate's health. (he knew it was wrong to think about such things, sometimes the differences were just too hard to ignore)