[Potironette]

"Chill?" Random images of hospital morgues flashed through her head.

"No, never mind, thanks for the pills." She shook her head, it didn't do her any good to think about morgues right now.

She took unscrewed the bottle, noticing it had a large green skull on it and tossed a pill into her mouth, forgetting the water. She gagged as she swallowed it down.
The girl capped the bottle and turned over to read the label. A slew of medical jargon spilled from its text. She wrinkled her nose. At least she wasn't hopelessly chilled anymore.

She looked over at the chill room again and surveyed it. Now what was there to do in the meantime?