The neon hum of the 24-hour pharmacy was the only thing keeping Elias awake. It was 3:15 AM, and the queue of restless parents and weary night-shift workers stretched to the door. Behind the counter, Elias was staring at a "Print Error" message that felt like a death sentence.
1. We will contact you within 12 hours
2. Don’t worry, we hate spam too!
