Chapter 1959

That night, Uncle Sheldon got wasted. And while he was out of it, Cyrus and I managed to swipe a bottle of some mysterious medicinal syrup from him. Back at home, the two of us examined the vial, trying to figure out how to use it. "I think we should just drink it," I suggested. Cyrus, however, disagreed. "We don't even know what it is. It could be dangerous. Besides, it smells way too fragrant—it might just be an essential oil or something." Neither of us was willing to back down, so we settled it the only way we knew how—rock-paper-scissors. Predictably, I won. So, we each took a sip. The taste was… odd. Not exactly pleasant, but not unbearable either. I turned to Cyrus. "Do you feel anything?" "Nope. You?" "Nothing." Neither of us felt a thing. "I told you. We should've done it my way and just used it as an essential oil." But then, drowsiness hit us like a wave. Just before I blacked out, I muttered, "Damn it… No one told me this was a sleeping pill." And with that,