Sailing Sans Sertraline

So, with the compounding ability and the most recent dose for Grace, he had about 529 doses left. Hmm… and their current arrival date to Erid displayed on Mary’s screen was estimated at 726 more (Earth) days. Well, that certainly wasn’t ideal.

They were so close to getting to Erid, just for Grace to what, to suffer a depressive episode and medication withdrawal so bad he may die from that anyways? Space travel sure had its downs. He was waiting to find out some of its ups.

Hah! And he had thought that the malnutrition was going to be an issue. If only he was so lucky as to just starve to death, no, he’d hate himself while he’d do it. Yay me, he thought wryly.

OR, Grace realizes his levels of antidepressant are depleting, and his ability to create the very necessary medication seems a bit underdeveloped alone in the wild expanse of space. Well, not alone. Accompanied by an alien, who was also his best friend in the whole universe.