"Mild schizophrenia and depression? And you say black outs are a result of an inadequate amount of liquid. Let me see those pills." He tilted his head, reading the label. His brow creased in thought. "Well, if we can make it to a hospital, then I'm sure we can find you something with less harsh side effects. Something like this can be quite taxing on supplies." The doctor looked around, rubbing his chest. "We have enough things I can shoot. The best thing about a bow is it has a yard sound radius for these undead, that's it. More effecient then a gun too, since you can pull your ammo back out and reuse it." He took the bow off of his back, handing it to the girl. "Now, concerning your mental health, I can name a few medications that don't include passing out from lack of fluids as a side effect. One of the last resorts though, clozapine, will weaken your white blood cells. If you do end up taking that, we'll need to stop by a hospital every two to four weeks." He glanced out of the window again, checking to see if the coast was clear. "We can leave any time you feel is right. The sooner, the better though."