I sit behind a box and sigh in relief. Finally. Now I can be with you Mom, Dad, and Sammy. I tried to open the bottle to what appears to be laxatives. Wow. I didn't even read what was on the label.
I emptied about 6 pills into the palm of my hand. Wow, I thought this would be easier, but it's actually pretty scary! Darn. I wish I had some water to wash it down. Suddenly, I hear the stockroom's door burst open. "Crap." I ran further into the stockroom to finish what I was doing.
I look into my palm and see that 2 pills had fallen out. I pour 3 more into my hand and chug them down. Now, for the next trick. I stand up really fast and hold my breath. I feel woozy and then lose consciousness.
I look at the bottle, "Never take more than one pill at a time, if so it could result in, fainting, great pain, or... death" I say, reading the instructions
"I don't know if there's even anything we can do to help...." I say quietly, the sentence broken up by sobs. I move Chihaya slightly to put her in the very position, which is one of the few things I know about first aid; if the patient is unconscious, put them in the recovery position.