He went to his bag and took out a white bottle. They were 

magnesium

glycinate pills. They were so large that they were hard to swallow. Sometimes he'd bite into the middle and break them in half and take them one piece at a time. The surface had a rough texture after you wetted it with saliva. Sometimes it would be hard to swallow even after halved. Sometimes BAKA would end up chewing on them and gulping the sour taste with water.

Tonight he didn't break the pill in half. He closed his eyes, placed the pill into his mouth, and then the race was on. He felt the glossy surface disappear. Then the surface was rough. The kind of rough that made it impossible to swallow. The rough came with bitter.

BAKA kept his eyes closed as he dreamed... maybe he could choke on this pill and die right there. Then he wouldn't need to go and finish this job. Maybe. Just Maybe.