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Lero was absolutely done with today. Maybe even done with the rest of the week, actually. The trip to the free clinic had gone about as well as could be expected. The waiting room had been full as soon as he arrived, packed to the brim with people in various states of decay on their waiting room benches. Perhaps 'decay' was a bit of a strong word, implying that they were undead or something, but it still seemed to fit. He imagined, briefly, a hospital waiting room full of zombies and vampires waiting to get in to see the doctor. It cheered him up a little bit.
His favorite doctor (How sad was that, that he had a favorite doctor at the free clinic?) had been too busy to see him, leaving him to be looked over by one of the many doctors passing through on some kind of internment. He had a cold (see, Brian?), which wasn't a huge shocker in itself. He had, however, been kindly informed that he was at a huge risk to contract bronchitis or pneumonia given his medical history, and had been prescribed some kind of antibiotic to help fight the fluid build up in his lungs. He had taken one look at the little prescription note and been half tempted to just throw it away. He was familiar enough with the names of various medicines to know it was something he wasn't going to be able to comfortably afford. He had already been trying to figure out where he could cut corners in other spending areas but coming up short.