_Sir, walk away from that bed._

_My kid's sick, I need to give him this medicine._

_You don't have a license, sir. I can't let you do that._

_Please!_

_I'm telling you: my brother died of a bacterial infection because irresponsible bastards like you left us all with only one or two working antibiotics. I will not hesitate.

_But I'm not rich. I've tried, I've sold everything I have, I've mortgaged everything, but I can't win any of the antibiotic license auctions._

_Neither could we. Move away. Now._

_No!_

*gunshot*