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James\u2019 fingers frantically typed away at his keyboard, racing against the clock. He knew he wouldn\u2019t make it, but turning in a late paper was better than not turning one in at all. His eyes darted down the pages one last time before he decided that this was as good as time would allow him. Printing his paper as quickly as he could, he hurriedly packed his things and rushed off. Professor Andrews office was halfway across campus, but in the amount of time it took James to get there you would have thought it was the building next door. Moments later, James arrived outside the office door, panting. He took a quick moment to collect himself, and then gave the door a sharp knock. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome in\u201d, he heard faintly through the door. When he opened it, James saw professor Andrews sitting at his desk, reading a stapled pile of papers. \u201cHello James,\u201d he said, hardly bothering to glance up. \u201cSomething I can help you with?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHere\u2019s my paper, sir,\u201d James said, holding out his slightly wrinkled pages. Andrews stopped reading and looked up at James.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJames, the paper was due last night at midnight. I thought I made that perfectly clear.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes you did,\u201d said James. \u201cBut I had a lot of personal matters to take care of. I\u2019m sorry sir, but I\u2019ve been really busy outside of school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t the first time you\u2019ve said that to me, James,\u201d Andrews replied. \u201cI\u2019ve been lenient with you on the past in these types of situations, but I heavily stressed the due date of this paper with your class. I can\u2019t give you anymore free passes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut sir, if I could just explain my-\u201c<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry James, I cannot accept your paper\u201d. There was a long pause. James lowered his hand and turned to leave the classroom. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI understand,\u201d he said, and closed the door behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun was beginning to set. Checking his watch, James was startled at the realization of how late it had gotten. He had to stop by the pharmacy on his way home before it closed. James packed up his things and began walking down to his car. On his way, he saw groups of friends walking together, laughing. James smiled at them enviously. It wasn\u2019t that he didn\u2019t have friends, he just didn\u2019t have time to have fun with them, and whenever he did go out, he ended up feeling guilty at the end of the day. James reached his car at the far end of the parking lot and drove off. <\/span><\/p>\n

The pharmacy was thankfully still open by the time he arrived. James approached the front desk and a tall man in a white coat came to greet him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi James,\u201d the man said smiling. \u201cYou look tired, long day?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou could say that,\u201d he replied. \u201cI just need a refill today.\u201d James reached into his bag and pulled out a small pill bottle, with a label that read \u2018Interferon beta-1a\u2019. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure thing,\u201d the man said, taking the bottle from James\u2019. \u201cJust give me a moment.\u201d The man quickly returned with the bottle, which was now inside a small paper bag. \u201cYou have a good night now,\u201d the man said once James had thanked him. \u201cAnd tell your mother I said hello!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun had completely set by the time James pulled into his driveway. He parked the car and grabbed the paper bag from next to him in the front seat. As he opened the door his saw his mother, sitting in her favorite chair where she always was. When she saw him she smiled broadly. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow was your day?\u201d she asked eagerly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was fine,\u201d replied James. \u201cEverything went well.\u201d He walked over to the kitchen cabinet and filled up a glass of water. With this, he took a pill from the paper bag and handed both to his mother. \u201cHere you go, mom,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, dear,\u201d she said as she swallowed the pill and drank most of the water at once. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you need anything else?\u201d James asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019ve had a pretty good day today, not much pain.\u201d James took off his backpack and set it on the table. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to try to get some homework done, just let me know if you need anything,\u201d he said. She smiled back at him.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d she said shortly. James smiled back, then pulled out his books and a sheet of paper, and began to write. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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