"Take your two Klonopin," Mom told me as I sat in the doctor's office this morning and started to nervously shake.
"I've got to save them!" I replied. "Dad will freak if he knew I took them two days in a row."
Mom reached into my pocket, pulled out the pill bottle, and poured the two pills in my hand.
"Go ahead and take them," she replied.
I took both pills and within twenty minutes was feeling calm again and normal. I almost felt euphoric. Soon, my nurse called me back for my once every two week injection on my anti-psychotic. Mom followed and her and my nurse talked babies seeing as how my nurse is 4 months pregnant. A few moments later, the deed was done with a fresh supply of sanity potion in my ass.