I hang the walking cane on the side of my chair and light up the candle on our coffee table. 

“Back from Theo’s?” asks Pops, as he joins me by the table. 

I sigh. 

A bottle of pink goo is on the table. His prescription is to take a cup of this three times a day until it finishes. Once, it finishes, either my wound has magically healed, much attributed to the magic in my body, or I would need half a bottle more. He will have to do ...