|lost_myself (lost_myself) wrote in the_nexus_rpg,|
@ 2009-12-04 19:51:00
|Entry tags:||lost_myself, not_the_9th_dr, sternerstuff|
Ken sighs, feeling rather small in his worn Army jacket, sitting cross-legged on the ground near the sign with his faithful dog to one side.
He really doesn't want to ask this. But the alternative of breaking down in front of strangers like he'd just done was completely unacceptable.
"...Is there any place to get prescription medications around here that'll just take your word for what you're on?"
Ken hates doctors. :( Doesn't want to have an office visit before he gets his drugs, tyvm.