orange pills

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
orange pills is about a man that is accidentally given the wrong medication which tragic results.

Submitted: July 11, 2016

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Orange Pills

 “Hello, hello, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Amy, I can hear you. The whole store can hear you.”

“Well, next time, respond to me when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes Hon.”

“Hey! You know I hate it when you call me that. It reminds me of Attila the Hun. Don’t ever call me that again! Okay?”

“Yes h...I mean dear.”

“Good. Now that’s out of the way, have you taken your medication yet?”

“No, not yet, but I’m in line at the drug store right now. “

“Okay, then I’ll let you go. Love you.”

‘”Love you too. Bye.”

<Thank Goodness that call ended! I thought she was going to complain forever. I never knew someone could talk so much.>

“I can help the next person in line.”

“Um, my wife, Amy Dorffe, ordered some medication. It’s under my name, Colin Dorffe.”

“Have a seat while I find it.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Mr. Dorffe, here is your order. That will be $55.75.  How do you want to pay?”

“I’ll use interact.”

“It says here that you should begin taking the medication as soon as possible. Two pills, three times a day.”

“Okay, I’ll grab a coffee and take some immediately.”

“It would be better to take it with water. This is pretty strong stuff and I don’t think you should mix it with caffeine or grapefruit juice.”

“Okay, thanks. Water it is. I’ll just grab one on my way out.”

<Orange pills this time. Last time they were blue, or maybe I’m mistaken. Oh well, down the hatch! The sooner I get started, the sooner my rash will go away.>

After taking the pills, I suddenly feel guilty about how I treated Amy so I start looking at some cute trinkets in the jewellery store. I spot an adorable giraffe pin studded with yellow and black rhinestones that I’m sure she’ll love.

“How much is that pin?”

“The giraffe? It’s lovely isn’t it. Made in France. It’s $378.”

“I’ll take it.” I can’t believe my own ears. Maybe it’s the pills or maybe I’m really feeling guilty about flirting with that cute waitress at lunch today.

“Would you like that gift wrapped sir?”

“Why not?”

The sun is just beginning to set as I head home with the gift for Amy. I’m feeling unusually lightheaded and optimistic, considering I just spent half the mortgage payment on a trinket. Life couldn’t be better. I have a great job, a beautiful wife and three adorable sons. What more could any man ask for. I drift off into a daydream about the first day I met my wife at the library near our university. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She really seemed to like me too.

“Thump!!”

<What the heck was that? Probably just a garbage can on the road. It’s so windy today; there’s trash blowing everywhere.>

Amy has supper waiting when he finally gets home. That’s an unusual treat. I can’t recall the last time Amy cooked. She’s so busy with the boys and she says I’m a better cook anyways. Not bad; she’s made mashed potatoes and pork chops with frozen corn. I’m so hungry it looks like a feast. Not surprisingly, when we’ve finished eating, Amy goes to the freezer and pulls out her favourite ice cream. When we’ve all finished, I decide it’s time to surprise amy with the gift.

“Hey Amy, look what fell into your ice cream bowl. Careful, don’t eat it!”

“You dork! What’s that?”

As Amy rips open the present, I chase the kids around the living room, trying to get them to sit still and watch. Amy’s eyes widen as she sees the sparkling giraffe peaking out of the box.

“What the heck? What...?”

“It’s nothing.” I’m afraid to tell her what it really cost.

“It is sooo cute!!”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for putting up with me. I know I’m a dolt.”

“Hey, Col did you happen to see an accident on your way home. I heard on the radio that a kid was hit and killed. They haven’t released anymore details yet. I feel sorry for the boy’s parents. He was only a year older than Chris.”

“No, let’s watch the news. It’s just starting now.  I’m really feeling woozy from those pills, but maybe I can stay awake a little longer. I’ll clean up in the kitchen in the morning. You okay to put the boys to bed yourself.”

“Sure Col. Are you okay. You look really flushed. Oh wait, there it is now!”

“Hit and run---the car was travelling westbound. It happened just about the time I was coming home the same way. It’s odd I didn’t see anything. I guess it happened just after I went by.”

“Hey Col. Are these your new pills? These aren’t what the doctor prescribed. These are for controlling hallucinations in schizophrenics. I remember learning about this drug in Psych. These are really dangerous. They can literally kill.”

“I’d better put the car in the garage tonight. That storm is really picking up.”

“Be careful. There is a lot of stuff blowing around out there. It’s like a hurricane.”

As I circle the car, I notice a piece of fabric caught on the bumper and when I bend over to check it out, I see a tuft of what looks like hair and some red smudges.

<Please God! ? Don’t let it be the little boy that got hit...not by me!! What can I do? My whole life will change. I’ll end up in prison. Who’ll look after my family? No, It’s just the pills making me see things; there’s nothing there. It will all be okay in the morning. I’m probably imagining it all.>

“Killer!” A static sounding voice whispers as the lights in the garage flicker.

<Must be the wind. Just park the car and go to bed. No need to alarm Amy. Let her enjoy her evening. If it’s true, there will be plenty of time to deal with it tomorrow.>

“Murderer..you killed him.” The static barks and then the lights go out.

I slam the car door and run into the house. My wife is at the front door speaking quietly to two men. As I come closer, I see it is two police officers. Amy looks pale. I convince myself to remain calm and not admit anything just yet. After all, I don’t know what is real or not right now.

“Officers, can I help you?”

“We’re just going door-to-door to see if anyone witnessed anything on the highway tonight between here and Burlington, but your wife tells us you are feeling rather ill due to some medication you took by mistake.”

“Nonsense  officers. I’m fine. Can I offer you a beer? You must be parched and exhausted on such a stormy night.”

“No sir, we’re not supposed to drink on duty.”

“Oh yes,  how stupid of me. Perhaps I am a little dopey due to the drugs.”

“Sir, had you taken the medication before driving home this evening?”

“Yes, the pharmacist told me to take it right away.”

“May we see the pills please?”

‘Yes, they are right here in the kitchen.”

“How long have you needed antipsychotic medication sir?”

“No, you don’t understand! I don’t need it.”

“Oh yes, that’s what they all say.”

“I just have a rash. My doctor prescribed some antibiotic pills but the pharmacist must have mixed up my pills with someone else’s”

“So, does your rash talk to you?”

<Oh no, maybe they heard what the static in the garage was saying, maybe I imagined it. Just stay calm and keep them out of the garage...at least until tomorrow.”

 “Pardon I didn’t hear what you said”.

We didn’t say anything.

“Oh ok, But I’ll prove to you that I’m not crazy. I can prove it. Can a crazy man do this?”

No sir you don’t have to do that.

For some strange reason, I decide to grab my neighbour’s cat and try to tie a knot in its tail.

“Yes, you’re not crazy mister! Ma’am I’m afraid we’re going to have to take your husband down to the station for further questioning.”

That was the last time I ever saw my wife or kids. My lawyer tried to argue that it was the fault of the pharmacist who had mixed up the medicine, but the jury didn’t buy it. To them I was a callous child murderer. One good thing is they found me not guilty by reason of insanity. They said I did it, but I didn’t know what I was doing at the time because I was crazy. As I sit here in my tiny, bare cell at the asylum, I think about everything I lost, my perfect family, my ideal career and my freedom. The only friends left to me are the little, pink pills. Oh yes, they have been my friends for a long time. They are the only things I have to rely on. As for the rest, well, all that was lost when they gave me the shock treatment and upped my dosage.


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