Mark was feeling worse, as the cold was taking over him. This was a somewhat new experience to him, as he had always been so healthy that it was really hard to even remember when he’d last felt that way. But his condition got pretty bad, so he picked up the Yellow Pages from the top of his nightstand and looked for a doctor. Although it was late in the evening, he found this very kind Dr. Harris who came right to his appartment and, after having him examined, prescribed him Darvon, 2 tablets each day, for his coughing problem.
As he was finally getting better, Mark could now go to work. But during his week off, a decent amount of files, one more urgent than the other, piled up his desk. He was really doing his best but he was still having a hard time sleeping every night due to the great deal of responsibilty that was screaming in his ears all the time. There came a time when, combined with his coughing problem, the situation became unbearable, so he had to do something to be able to sleep. He remembered his friend Andy, who used to take Diazepam for the same problem, so the next day he met Andy during lunch time and got a few tablets from him.
He could finally sleep. His cold was also getting better, and he was catching up with the unfinished work at the office. Things were looking better for Mark, until one day when he died in his sleep.
The authopsy revealed, not surprisingly, significant amounts of Dextropropoxyphene and Valium in his blood, which – taken in decent amounts – are not dangerous for the human body; hovever, when combined, they can usually cause allergic reactions and, to the least fortunate, even death.
