Chapter 10-3

She made a sound of remembrance as she put down her own cup and went back over to the box. Popping off the lid, she began pulling out various bottles of medicine and placing them onto the counter in front of me, "Couple of kick-ass pain killers and enough Paroxetine to keep you going for a couple of days. I thought seeing as Mateo's bringing back some stuff from New York you'd be pretty much sorted. For a little while at least." "You'd be correct," I confirmed, casually picking up a bottle that looked vaguely familiar but was definitely not my prescription. I examined the small print and whistled lowly as it hit me where I'd seen this medication before, voicing my train of thought aloud without thinking as I asked, "Oh, wow. Lunesta. Now that's a name I haven't heard in a while. Who's the night owl?" "Um, Charles," She muttered distractedly, buried wrist deep in the box and busy sorting through the medicine as she spoke, "Yeah, the guy's a raging insomniac. He