Ragged, shallow breaths. That’s all that filled the abandoned room. Cooper laid motionless on the floor, staring at the drugs, just out of reach. His fingers were centimeters from the one thing that could help him, and he couldn't even force them to move. It was like the drugs were taunting him. Two centuries of surviving this hellhole, just to die inches from his salvation. His heart pounded erratically, uneven and loud in his ear.

Damnit. Damnit all. His last containers had been smashed in an altercation, and it had taken too damn long to find these ones. He shouldn’t have even let himself get that low on stock in the first place.

But he had.

And now he had to deal with the consequences.