Thank you for your order (The Doctor)

“Ouch”, he said, touching his abdomen. “Ah, hunger cramps”, he chuckled. 

He picked up the lighter and lights the last cigarette he had and walks towards the balcony. The sky is raging grey. It seemed like a typhoon approaching but he won’t know. He hasn't stepped out of the house in months or watched TV or paid any bills or eaten anything in the last 3 days. There is no cash left. 

He looks up in the sky, grey clouds rolling over the black sky. The tiny droplets hitting the window glass making strange images. He doesn't know if he is seeing theses images actually or is just a hallucination. He puffs little black clouds of smoke from his mouth and picks up his phone, and googles “online drug store” and selects Secobarbital.

“Do you have the prescription, sir?” the customer care executive calls to confirm.
“Yes, I am a doctor. I need it…..umm… for my patient”, he fumbles. “I have uploaded the signed prescription on your website”.  
“Do you want to pay by credit card or cash on delivery, sir?”
“Ummmm… card”.
“Thank you for your order, sir. The medicine will be delivered by 12pm.”

He finishes his cigarette and feels the rain on his face. The rainwater wipes his tears, erasing the painful story of his life from his face. 
He thinks of his mother and the day he graduated and how happy she was to see him as a doctor who would save lives. 
And, there he was the one, planning to take one, with a suicide note on his table and a death drug on the way. . .

P.S. Wrote this story upon given a prompt of "Thank you for your order". More stories to follow.