Apothecary Diaries Ch 1 Novels & Stories

she muttered, taking the flute from my hand and turning it over with a look of profound sadness before she tucked it into her belt. I moved deeper into the ruins of a side room that looked like an apothecary, and I found rows of ceramic jars that had been smashed against the walls, their contents long since washed away by the rain. There was a stack of half-burnt books in the corner, and as I touched one, the pages crumbled into grey flakes, but I could still see the hand-drawn diagrams of stars and flowers that showed a life dedicated to understanding the world rather than conquering it.

Since she wasn't sure if anyone would come to her considering how big the hospital was, the equipment and treatment must be topnotch. On a whim, Diana opened a cupboard and various items came out of it, causing her to fall down in shock. "I withdraw my words, this room is like a warehouse." Diana couldn't help but pick up the items one by one. She categorized them based on their usefulness. Nothing caught her eye except for one book that had a striking color. Diana picked it up and opened it. "Patient list?” Yes, the book contained the names of the patients and their types of problems that were almost entirely caused by silver and wolfsbane.

My steps are slow and reverent as I enter, drinking in every detail. A broad wooden table dominates the center, its surface clear except for a leather mat and a marble mortar set to the side. All around it, elegant black shelves stretch from floor to ceiling, each one filled to bursting with neat rows of labeled jars, vials, and apothecary bottles. Dried herbs hang in fragrant bundles from exposed beams. Shimmering apparatuses... still, flasks, retorts, alembics... are arranged meticulously beside tiny glass droppers and rows of tincture bottles.

I don’t think I’ve ever apologized this much in my life. Silence stretched, a little uncomfortable. I could feel his sharp gaze on me. I studied the porcelain at the tub’s rim like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. I didn’t know whether to go, stay, or drown myself in the bucket until he took pity. “Go to that counter and follow the instructions for the medicines.” He ordered, and I nodded and walked off. At the marble counter I found a mortar, some fresh leaves, and jars of preparations. There was a sheet on the wall with clear instructions, which I started to follow.

“Stay within sight.” “Yes, Captain.” The second he turns away, I move fast. I weave through the stalls, past bolts of cloth and baskets of fruit, until I find the apothecary’s tent — small, unassuming, draped in faded green. The old woman behind the counter looks up, her gaze sharp as glass. “Need something, dear?” I lower my voice. “Fennel seed. Ginger root. And… queen’s veil.” Her eyebrows lift. “That last one’s rare.”

She turns quickly to confront the old woman, only to find the rocking chair sitting empty, gently moving back and forth as if someone had just gotten up. A chill makes its way down her spine as she lowers her hood. Her long ebony curls cascade down her back as she loosens them from the tight bun they were once confined in. "This has really given me a headache" she thinks rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease some of the discomfort. Her young face pale and pinched with pain, she once more glances around the now empty cottage before turning to leave, bringing with her the scent of incense.

Episode 13 Chloe pov continues… I was sweating while arranging the dusted books in the container given to us when I come across a book, I dusted the title off, it seems like a diary or some journal, and that reminds me it's been long I have opened up my journal, I opened it and the first page I read is "Rachel Gerard, do not open unless you are Rachel Gerard" I smiled and put it back not after doing a speed glance at the write up in it, I'm so inquisitive? Yeah!.

I said as I quickly walked out . He just likes to talk, haha. Since the pharmacy was only a short distance away, a bike was not necessary. When I arrived, I told the girl behind the counter to give me ampiclause and postinor-2. She was staring at me suspiciously, which made me angry!I had to ask her if she was okay and why she was staring at me like that because I was upset and angry. She remained silent and then gave me the medication I had asked for. I paid her and left the store.

Ouch. “Oopsy, sorry!” Rhode apologizes from above, his voice echoing throughout the long hallway. I pick up the book and dust off its surface. It is a book about potions. Diego would probably find this one fascinating. I tuck the book under my arm and make a mental note to pass it to Diego. He has been avoiding me like a plague ever since I came back from Crimsonhill. I recall trying to pay him a visit at the Blue House yesterday only for him to turn me away, citing some work about a potion for stealing someone’s heart. “Beta Laurel?”

Aubree's Pov Silently I entered the apartment and tiptoed towards our room and locked it while I sat on the bed and began rummaging through the pages of the diary. Jaden wasn't home yet and I knew that I had almost an hour before he came back. As I was trying to find the date that I remembered, I saw that a packet with white powder fell on the ground. I picked to inspect it and I realised what it was. What the hell?