Look at this," Collin said, as he examined his chemotherapy pills.
It came with a biohazard bag.
"If the pill breaks, I have to put it in the biohazard bag and dispose of it," Collin informed me.
"I can put this in my body, but if the pill breaks it's biohazardous waste."
"That's creepy," I agreed.
Collin measured out his dose for tonight before looking over at me.
"It's time to beat this brain alien," I said, locking eyes with him.
"What do you think poison tastes like?"
"Only one way to find out." Collin took a deep breath, letting out slowly before dumping the pills into his mouth.
By the look on his face, I'm guessing that chemo doesn't taste too good.
"No," Collin said, once he'd successfully swallowed the chemo.
"Poison does not taste good."
"So, you
