Seneca walked stiffly to her desk and pulled the bottle from the
drawer. She had really hoped to make it without painkillers today.
She hated being dependent on them.
It seemed two weeks was
not enough time for her old bones to recover from the accident and
the surgery that followed. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised.
The medic had banned her from heavy work for two months to allow her
ribs time to heal.
Two months on painkillers that she couldn't
mix with liquor.
Two whole months. Really.
Damn, this was
going to last forever.
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