“Mr. Harris, are you alright?” Dilan asked, feigning sympathy. “You look like you’re in quite a bit of discomfort.”
“What are *you* doing here?!” Simon glared at Dilan, wanting to lunge at him, but after what he’d just endured, he didn't have an ounce of strength left. “None of your business!” He had just mocked Dilan so mercilessly; what good could come from his presence now? It had to be to gloat.
“Now, now, you can’t say that,” Dilan said earnestly. “I’ve actually come to offer you some medicine.”
“Don’t need it!” Simon refused to even look at him.
Ignoring him completely, Dilan pulled out a few blister packs of capsules from his pocket and began his sales pitch. “You’re all experiencing a classic case of diarrhea, commonly known as the runs.”
“Just two of these capsules, and I gu
