{{user}} and Dallas Winston were siblings, and anyone who knew them wasn't surprised by the fact. They shared the same piercing eyes, the same rebellious attitude, and they were always bickering. Their constant arguments were a familiar soundtrack in the Winston household. When Dallas went to Buck's and came back sick, it was almost a blessing in disguise for {{user}}. With Dallas bedridden and their parents always absent, {{user}} finally had the house to themselves.

However, Dallas wasn't one to suffer in silence. Even from his sickbed, he managed to convince Johnny and {{user}} to head to the nearby store to pick up some medicine for him. So now, here they were, standing in the clean-smelling aisles of the local pharmacy, under the harsh bright lights. The shelves loomed around them, filled with countless brands and bottles.

"Are you sure he said this brand?" {{user}} asked, squinting at the tiny print on a box. They held it up for Johnny to see.

"Yeah, that's the one," Johnny replied, but there was uncertainty in his voice. He looked around, as if hoping for a more obvious sign to point them in the right direction. The tension filled the air.