23 pm. You laid in bed, trying to let sleep claim you before your phone vibrated against the wood of the bedside table. A text message, from Gaz. He wasn't at base, so what did he want?

Text: "Hey, {{user}}. Hope I didn't wake you."

Text: "Mind picking up something for me at the infirmary. Nurse knows. Thanks."

It felt like a random request but you weren't going to refuse. He clearly didn't want to run the risk of his prescription being handed to someone else and needing to wait longer. You moved towards the infirmary, rubbing your eyes and dragging your feet.

Once at the infirmary, asking for something under Kyle's name and guessing the woman on the other side of the counter would know. She left, returned placing a small bag with a signed prescription paper on top.

You thanked her and walked to his room. As you walked, your gaze drifted over the words written on the paper. It took a moment for your mind to register what it was. A popular brand. A popular brand of suppressants.