"Mmm hmmm..." Doc Jones didn't look up from the chart. "Hep C is a hell of a mistake friend." He spun around on his swivel stool to face the computer and punched a few keys.
"Yeah, but that's why I'm here. You just scribble down the name of the drug that cures this, and I'll swing by the pharmacy. I'll purge this thing out quicker than I hump. Like I told you earlier, I've never had a problem taking meds."
Danny waited for Doc to turn around, but he just kept staring at the computer screen. "DOC!"
Doc Jones' snapped round with a plastic smile. "I'm sorry, say again."
"You know what I mean. right doc? Just give those meds I was telling about. The ones that Bobby Jo took when he got in trouble from using needles."
"Yeaah, since I didn't treat Bobby Jo, I can't tell you what he took. What I can tell you is that your Hep C isn't something new. The amount to those shitty viruses swimming through through your blood right now is shocking. Your liver is shot. Probably a combination of drug use,alcohol use, and the virus. I'd put you on an antiviral, but since you are still drinking and using along with your depression I just can't risk it. Like I said earlier...You made one hell of a mistake."
Danny mouth opened a few times.
Doc jumped into the silence "Great, since you have no questions. I'd like to see you back in 6 months so we can track any additional changes."
Numbed, Danny picked up his coat and mumbled, "yeah, thanks doc...6 months." and shuffled to the door.
As he exited, Doc boomed out "and Danny, stop drinking. It be a hell of mistake to keep drinking."
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