The Pharmacy That Gives Medicine Away

A camera. A photograph.

The wind howls as the cliff face flashes past.

My last thought isn't, "I don't want to die."

It's, "I got the shot."

When I open my eyes again, I'm lying in a room thick with the smell of medicine.

A woman calls herself Dang Gui.

She opens an old ledger.

"Your name was written here long ago."

"This Records of Medicinal Encounters writes itself."

"And those whose names are recorded..."

She pauses.

"Either I save them. Or..."