"I'm fine." He called out, dropping two of the pills from the bottle into his hand. He sat the bottle down on the counter next to the kitchen sink. "You can come in, it's open."

And in one quick moment, he too the pills into his mouth and swallowed hard, forcing them down his throat and into his stomach. HE leaned over the kitchen sink, looking down into the drain as he heard his front door opening.

"Tim?" Sophia called out, still sounding worried. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Kitchen." He said, still staring down, giving his body a few moments to adjust, to take in the actions of the pills. To make him better.