Her pills!
Thank you,Jesus,she thought.She palmed them quickly and continued her hunt for the phone.
It was in the last pocket she checked,of course,but she grabbed it up,as well,then half-stumbled,half-limped to the bathroom,and shut the door behind her.Turning on the overhead light,she set the phone on the counter and squinted at the instructions on the pill bottle.Take one or two capsules every 4 to 6 hours as needed for pain.
“Oh,hell yes,I need it now,”she muttered,struggling with the child-proof cap.It took a few moments,but she finally got it off,then shook out two capsules into her hand.She debated on putting one of them back,but decided not to be a hero.Here she was,leaning against the counter,standing on one leg,her other ankle pulsing in time with the beat of her heart,headache from hell,and she was seriously considering not taking two?Who was she trying to impress?