The doctor sits me down and tells me he’ll be back soon. I stare at the posters on the wall as I wait. I see advertisements for all kinds of cures and medicines. I hope that this injection can solve my problems. The doctor returns a few minutes later holding a large needle. I heave a deep sigh as he prepares my upper arm and injects me. There, it’s done. That wasn’t so bad. The doctor hands me some pamphlets and tells me the injection should take effect shortly.

“Talk to Gina at the front desk for payment information,” says the doctor as he heads back to his office.

A while later I’m on the street walking back home. I cough. I cover my mouth and keep walking. The injection should take effect shortly. The doctor’s voice echoes through my head. I cough again. My eyes start to water. I pass by a young couple as another coughing fit hits me. I turn my head to them and cough directly in their faces. Tears roll down my face as I hand them a pamphlet, sobbing. The large caption in front reads: “Feeling ill? We can help. -Viratech Pharmaceuticals.”

Deep in my heart I want to apologize, but I have a family to support, and the young couple has already run off, disgusted and cursing. Besides, what can I do? A job’s a job, and viral marketing is all the rage this year.

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