fotd: "nostrum"
fotd: "nostrum"
story: second chances ; post college era. wordcount: 306. rating: pg13.
Mike doesn't think he's ever considered how expensive vitamins are until now, until they're standing in the supermarket's Health and Diet aisle, debating a bottle of magnesium.
notes: just a little piece I wrote over breakfast this morning, then was ~encouraged to post. I've touched on this time period on the story, but not done much with it yet. This is set after some medical bill issues leave Mike and Rayn rather broke and they wind up combining their lacking finances.
"But I'm not sure if it's helping," Rayn says, "or if it's just the placebo effect."
He turns the bottle over in his hand, as if reading the label is going to somehow answer his question. Mike doesn't think he's ever considered how expensive vitamins are until now, until they're standing in the supermarket's Health and Diet aisle, debating a bottle of magnesium.
"If you think it's helping, you should get it," Mike says. "When was the last time you had a migraine?"
Rayn rubs his thumb over the smooth plastic label. "I guess it's been a while," he says. Then he remembers: "After we went to Hala with your dad."
Mike remembers that too now-Rayn sitting across the table from him and his father, pinching the bridge of his nose from time to time and looking rather green. The food came-platefuls of kabobs and hummus-and Rayn had to excuse himself to step outside. He wouldn't ask them to take him home; he came back and sat through the rest of the meal, picked at his food. On the ride home, he held his head in the backseat, where Mike could only see him when he glanced at the rear view mirror.
That was before the student health center turned him on to the power of a daily vitamin.
Mike takes the bottle from Rayn's hand and tosses it into the cart. "Let's get it."
Rayn raises his eyebrows. "Are you paying all of my medical expenses now?"
"It's your money too. And that's what money's for. We have it so we can buy things!"
Rayn drops his gaze to the shopping cart. "Well...maybe we should put back the ice cream," he says, after a pause.
Mike looks at him like he's lost it.
"We're not putting back the ice cream," he says.
look, ice cream is serious business.
story: second chances ; post college era. wordcount: 306. rating: pg13.
Mike doesn't think he's ever considered how expensive vitamins are until now, until they're standing in the supermarket's Health and Diet aisle, debating a bottle of magnesium.
notes: just a little piece I wrote over breakfast this morning, then was ~encouraged to post. I've touched on this time period on the story, but not done much with it yet. This is set after some medical bill issues leave Mike and Rayn rather broke and they wind up combining their lacking finances.
"But I'm not sure if it's helping," Rayn says, "or if it's just the placebo effect."
He turns the bottle over in his hand, as if reading the label is going to somehow answer his question. Mike doesn't think he's ever considered how expensive vitamins are until now, until they're standing in the supermarket's Health and Diet aisle, debating a bottle of magnesium.
"If you think it's helping, you should get it," Mike says. "When was the last time you had a migraine?"
Rayn rubs his thumb over the smooth plastic label. "I guess it's been a while," he says. Then he remembers: "After we went to Hala with your dad."
Mike remembers that too now-Rayn sitting across the table from him and his father, pinching the bridge of his nose from time to time and looking rather green. The food came-platefuls of kabobs and hummus-and Rayn had to excuse himself to step outside. He wouldn't ask them to take him home; he came back and sat through the rest of the meal, picked at his food. On the ride home, he held his head in the backseat, where Mike could only see him when he glanced at the rear view mirror.
That was before the student health center turned him on to the power of a daily vitamin.
Mike takes the bottle from Rayn's hand and tosses it into the cart. "Let's get it."
Rayn raises his eyebrows. "Are you paying all of my medical expenses now?"
"It's your money too. And that's what money's for. We have it so we can buy things!"
Rayn drops his gaze to the shopping cart. "Well...maybe we should put back the ice cream," he says, after a pause.
Mike looks at him like he's lost it.
"We're not putting back the ice cream," he says.
look, ice cream is serious business.