Leaving the hospital, Mia Grant was met with a face full of willow catkins. Her nose tickled, and she let out a sudden sneeze.
She rubbed her nose. Looking up, she realized she had forgotten to pick up her medicine and turned back to get it.
She had unceremoniously stuffed all the prescription slips from earlier into her bag.
She rummaged through it as she walked.
The line for the pharmacy was even longer than the one for consultations. She sighed and quietly got in line at the back.
When it was finally her turn, the person at the counter told her she hadn't paid yet.
Mia Grant paused. "Sorry."
Taking the slip back, she prepared to go pay and then get back in line all over again.
Before she could move, a force came from behind, and someone gripped her by the shoulders.
She turned around and was met with the scent of a young man's fresh cologne.
