Chapter 85

After she’d finished with the fizzing liquid, she dried the wounds before dabbing each one with antibacterial ointment and then taping gauze to the worst ones. She picked up a bottle of old pills and examined the label carefully. It seemed someone had a sore throat and didn’t feel the need to finish their prescription. Azithromycin. Another antibiotic. She opened the container, poured out two of the big pills, and pressed them into Dakota’s hand as he sat on the bathroom floor. A simple round of ibuprofen followed to take the edge off the pain.