Rain lashed against the old pharmacy window.
Liam, the night pharmacist, felt a mix of stressed and anxious.
A sudden heatwave had given way to a massive thunderstorm, leaving the whole neighborhood without power.
He needed to access the digital patient records, but the computer screen was dark.
His phone battery was also low; he couldn't even try two-factor authentication for his backup tablet.
He desperately needed his charger.
Suddenly, the entire pharmacy was illuminated by a blinding flash of lightning.
Liam sighed.
He knew he had patients waiting for their medications.
Mrs. Gable's new prescription for her heart condition needed a precise dosage, and young Timmy’s antibiotic treatment was crucial.
He felt overwhelmed, unable to help without power.
He looked at the dim emergency lights, feeling utterly helpless.
The air felt heavy, humid and foggy outside.
Then he remembered.
There was an old hand-crank charger in the back storeroom!
A surge of motivated energy filled him.
After a few minutes of frantic cranking, his phone flickered to life.
He quickly logged in, feeling relieved as the patient files loaded.
A wave of confident satisfaction washed over him.
He started preparing the medications, no longer embarrassed by his earlier panic.
He was grateful for the simple, old-fashioned device.
The storm raged, but Liam felt surprisingly relaxed and optimistic.
