"Hey, no prob. I hate meds. I hate being dependant on something external to my body, but I hate it more that there's something that could eat away at me from within. Not my bag, Doc. I've just heard the stories where tickbites are ignored until it's too late. I ain't waiting for the bullseye mark."

John stopped at the door on the way out and gave a gesture that was halfway between a salute and a wave.