The results were a digital minefield. Shady websites with blinking "NO PRESCRIPTION NEEDED" banners popped up alongside forums filled with desperate people swapping stories. One link promised overnight shipping from an "international pharmacy" for a fraction of the price.
Instead of clicking, Elias took a breath and tried a different path. He called his insurance provider’s service. After twenty minutes on hold, a representative confirmed they had a 90-day supply ready to ship.
The fluorescent lights of the pharmacy hummed, a sharp contrast to the dull, persistent thrum of nerve pain in Elias’s leg. He stood at the counter, clutching a crumpled piece of paper—his prescription for .
“I’m sorry, sir,” the pharmacist said, her voice a mix of practiced sympathy and exhaustion. “We’re still backordered. Supply chain issues. I’ve called the branches in the next town over, and they’re out too.”