He froze, clutching the bag. He looked at the cashier, then at the exit, then back at the cough drops. His throat gave a rebellious, jagged twitch. He couldn't leave without them, but he couldn't pay. "Sir?" the cashier prompted, finally looking up.
Arthur popped a drop into his mouth immediately. The cooling menthol was instant heaven. "Thank you," he managed to croak, finally finding a bit of peace in the quiet hum of the night. hold cough drops buy
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour pharmacy hummed in a way that made Arthur’s throbbing headache even worse. He stood in the "Cold & Flu" aisle, his hand trembling as he reached for a bag of honey-lemon lozenges. He froze, clutching the bag
The cashier looked at his pale face and the desperate way he was gripping the bag. She sighed, pulled a five-dollar bill from her own pocket, and swiped it through the register. He couldn't leave without them, but he couldn't pay
"That'll be four-fifty," the cashier said, not looking up from her phone.
Arthur cleared his throat—a sound like grinding gravel. "I... I forgot my wallet."
He had been nursing this scratchy irritation since his morning meeting, but by 9:00 PM, it had evolved into a full-blown cactus-swallowing sensation. He grabbed the bag—the last one on the shelf—and shuffled toward the checkout.