You always had a fear of swallowing pills. Which had made so many things more difficult than they should be, but the anxiety you felt was too overpowering. Am I going to choke? Will it get stuck? Will I die? For the past few hours, you’ve been suffering from a throbbing migraine, you just feel sick and your head hurts a lot. In the break room Ghost had came up to you with a packet of something, tablets. He took one out and leant it towards you. “It won’t kill you, take it.” He said flatly.