I Have Medicine Novels & Stories

“I’m a busy man. I don’t even get to go to the gym as much as I want to.” “What I’m trying to say is that it’s medicine and not magic. You can’t skip days, not have any rest, and expect it to work. If this isn’t enough for you, then you can stop by at the hospital.” “I would. When I have sorted out some issues. But for now, I’ll try to take my medication every day.” “Please do.”

I glanced at the screen, and it was the medicine reminder. Shoot! After that scare, I had to follow a strict medicine schedule. And here I was, busy gossiping when it was time to take my dose. I shot up, grabbing my purse. “Sorry, gentlemen. I have to leave now.”

Recovery would take longer and she would have to stay in the hospital for a bit longer than they had planned, which means a higher bill. One that he had no way to afford now that he did not have a job. He was counting on this pay check to buy her medicines, which their insurance does not cover. It is two hundred and thirty-six dollars for a thirty day supply of the pills. Besides that, she has other daily medicines that insurance pays on, but there is still a fee for them. All in all, he pay nearly five hundred dollars a month in prescription medicines. Not that he minded paying for it. He would do anything for her. He wa just stressing about how he was going to afford it all. When he adds h

My heart felt like it was melting as I looked at the food laid out before me. There were eggs, hotdogs, pancakes, soup, rice, water, and milk. On the side were fruits like strawberries, bananas, and blueberries. My eyes also caught a small rolled piece of paper beside a tablet of medicine—I recognized it as ibuprofen. I picked up the paper and read it. “I know your legs are sore. I bought medicine for you. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your sore legs when I get back. I’ll massage them for you.”

Always gossiping about this and that. I looked at him from the corner of my eye. “What? Have you decided to take pity on me and give me something sweeter? Or maybe just skip it for today?” He didn’t even look up. I continued, “Look, I assured you I’d be better without this med. It’s messing with my head for real, making my thoughts all fuzzy.” He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You know, skipping your medicine is actually an easy thing for me to do,” he said, finally glancing at me.

stepping Watch the time run shut up by the rules No cracking feeling All about time Time brought me here Time to end this meeting, I don't hate, I'm not angry, I don't hold grudges Time, thank you Has left a mark I am thankful Aiys was engrossed in writing, after conveying some of Aiys feelings, repeated some materials to strengthen his preparations for tomorrow's war. The scratch paper in front of Aiys was filled with numbers and writing. Aiys is grateful to be able to do 30 questions tonight. Aiys rubbed her eyes, it felt like something had hit her. Aiys need sleep. When Aiys walked to the bed, Aiys looked at her cellphone. It turned out to be fully charged. I don't know why Aiys just want

Freaking landslide, earthquake, bulldozed, erupted with lava and magma, class ten disaster over. The mirror is attached to an old school medicine cabinet, and I can’t say what makes me do it, but I find myself opening it up and staring inside, and holy blazing meatballs, what do we have here? Why didn’t I think of this last night? There are tons of over-the-counter meds in here. And, it just so happens, a box of sleeping pills. I don’t think. I just act.

I asked the maid who stood outside my door. " Ma the boss sent these." She said and that was when my eyes fell on what she was holding. It was my medicine with water. " Oh thank you," I said as she told me to take two of each tablet as I took it from her. " Do you want me to do anything else for you?" " No not at all, that would be all." I closed the door as she left and then walked to my bed. I took the drug as instructed and made myself comfortable on the bed, I knew sleep wasn't going to come, but I might as well just relax while I think.

I like me like this sometimes; it helps me come to terms with this hateful world. I forgot to introduce you; my name is Olivia George Michaelson. I'm 17 years old and in the last fun of high school. I have white skin; when they see me, everyone thinks I have a disease. I hate when it happens. Yes, I was sick before, but I'm not now. I have blue eyes like my brother and hair. Tall build and toned body, I'm a normal girl... hey, I'm not totally normal; you'll find out later, and so will my family.... It's five in the morning now. I know it's too early, but my dad insisted we have the day in the new city from the start. I've fallen asleep a bit, and I have nothing to do after that...

People on the street that pass us by turn and give us strange looks and I almost want to forget the medicine and just head back to the comforts of my hotel room. "If you need a pump I'm sure I could help you out. I mean your not a warm pussy but there must be plenty of horny old man around here that could care less what kind of hole they stic-" "Leave me the hell alone Griffin" I snap cutting of his sick disrespectful rant. Reaching the pharmacy with a sigh of relief I rush inside thankful he didn't follow me I take my time getting what I need. Two bags of candy, night time and day time cold medicine and a bag of salt and vinegar chips later I'm walking out of the store and back into the hum