It had been an issue a few times in the last couple of years, something she'd never wanted to admit to anyone, as she hadn't let it get out of control enough to be a problem. But sometimes the depression and anxiety overwhelmed her to the point where she did binge drink, where she wished for the blankness of that level of drunk so that she could stop feeling entirely. To push away the guilt and the abject sense of failure that often overwhelmed her. Sometimes she wished she would have died in the explosion, and those were the nights she pushed things past where she should.
But that hadn't been tonight. It could have been, but Ginny had gone out with her initially, so it hadn't been. And this feeling now wasn't anything like the blankness she felt on her binging nights.
"Interactions?" she managed to stutter out, not questioning his assessment, but rather asking him if he could think of any possible interactions the medication he had would have with what she was already taking. She just couldn't get her mouth to form such a long-worded question. "Safe?" That was a better one-word question to get the point of what she was asking across. "Then yes," she answered after his assurance.