Kim walks towards the back end of the store but gets sidetracked by some Pinot Grigio in the clearance bin. Somehow, a bottle ends up joining her on the journey.
She approaches the counter. And waits.
The pharmacist finishes up with the drive-through customer and heads towards the counter.
PHARMACIST: Oh, hey.
The pharmacist pivots and heads straight for the refrigerator. She returns with bottles of insulin.
Kim plops her wine bottle on the counter. The pharmacist eyes it for a couple seconds, rings it up along with the prescription, and begins to bag the items. Kim realizes what the pharmacist must be thinking.
KIM: Well, you know. One keeps me alive... the other keeps me sane.
The pharmacist smirks.