Chemistry: A Novel Novels & Stories

It's not urgent to finish it all and sign it immediately, but-it's a task. Daniel leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully. “I just rejected it. Two of the reagents had wrong expiry dates. And here," He scrolled down, "I would like to see your calculations when you spiked the plasma, with the donor ID, and the haemotocrit recorded as well. These couldn't be missing." I swallowed.

“I assume she’s still sleeping.” That wasn't like her. My heart climbed into my throat. I ran up the stairs to her room. The door was slightly ajar, just as I had left it. I pushed it open and the bag of ice cream hit the floor with a dull thud. Novel was on the ground, unconscious. White foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth. “Novel!” I screamed, rushing to her side. Her skin was deathly cold, her breathing so shallow I could barely feel it. Scattered near her hand was an empty bottle pills containing high doses of Benzodiazepines.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.