--- Penicillin.

An antibiotic.

It is a drug I had yet to ingest (or intake, if one is bothered by the formalities); however it was a familiar term.

A drug that kills bacteria, yeah?

(Or the bad thingies, if memory serves correct)

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--- Penicillin.

Hm, quite curious.

Supposed I just take a teensy bit of medication; tell me, would the Doctor approve of such decisions?

The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

After all, I am hurting a bit on the insides.

My stomach is churning, my heart is pounding.

My brain is aching.

And my hands gripped the handle a little bit too tightly, I confess.

(Don't tell the Doctor, yeah?  Let's not trouble her too much)

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--- Penicillin.

I must confess: such words, from the tip of my tongue, came to be a familiar term.

Doctor said I didn't need it.

Said that there was nothing wrong with me.

That I was faking it.

That I'm not hurt.

... I'm not hurt.

(And yet in agonizing pain)

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--- Penicillin.

I met a kind person yesterday.  Gave me some of the drug.

Although the person was kind of weird, I kind of liked her smiling face.

Even though It was quite strained.

It reminded me of a mirror.

(I looked at it every day)

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--- Penicillin.

Slightly afraid, yet in euphoric shock, a single dose was enough.

Enough to get rid of my jitters.

My stomach stopped hurting.  My heartbeat, slowing down.

The ache in my head is long gone.

I'm cured.

It doesn't hurt.

(My fingers are shaking)

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--- Penicillin.

Perhaps, the drug that ends all pain.

(Let's dream, shall we?)

(Of the tomorrow that will never be)