2 little white pills

Two this time, little white collections of hope or despair. I choose hope.  One gulp and they are gone. Much easier than the first time.

She steps back, holds the geiger counter towards me and I can see the needle jump.  Looks like it was the real stuff.

In one hour I can eat, and race to get this concoction out of my heart and soul and mind.  May it leave no trace.