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"It's time to do your medication, dear," she said to her 
husband lying there, yeah, on the bed.
"Almost dead?"
"No, he wasn't really sick as you might have thought 
and said about it, but," they were newlyweds, so... She 
had just given it to him, yes, the book she found there 
among her things.
She'd gotten him to agree to do it in bits and pieces 
over tea, didn't have the time to do it in one sitting line 
you see. Even though it was small, they were 
newlyweds after all. And since they had fished it out of 
the medicine kit, they would have gotten the hunch, 
let's do it in dosage short and quick, over lunch. Or on 
some other such normal habits. Just like biscuits to 
crunch. That was it; daily doses to fit, now, this is day 
one, and so, the story now begins.