Hoisting himself up off the bed, David nodded as he made his way across the room to get the vitamin bottle from the table. He held the bottle of vitamin B1 in his hand and looked it over carefully, reading the label and then peeling back the top layer to read underneath.
Once he'd closed it back over, he opened the bottle and that's when it struck him as wrong. These... were not vitamin B1 pills. David had trouble sleeping for a few years when he was a kid; they'd always been colorful pills and they couldn't have changed this much since then. He shook a pill out into his hand and looked it over. And his eyes widened. "Holy shit, Elle, these are..." he shook his head no and glanced over at the trash. "Elle, these aren't vitamins."
There had been a murder case in Bellevue when he was a kid, a man had been poisoned by an angry wife. By pills containing a low amount of ricin. He'd taken multiple per day, and it had killed him within the week. "Don't take these. These aren't vitamins, they're ricin. Poison. You said Margaret gave these to you?" he asked her, genuinely shocked.
"Don't... don't take these anymore, okay?" he repeated, putting the pills in the drawer beside his bed to bring to Margaret and confront her about later. "These can kill you. These can..."
He grabbed a water bottle and handed it to her. "Drink this, please. To help flush your system out..." he said, his voice slightly panicked.