M N8 Orange Pill の小説・ストーリー

With a blur of motion, he raced past the porch and through the open door, leaving nothing but a gust of wind in his wake. Orun stood in the center of the room, eyes blazing with power, and as soon as he saw Mason, he didn’t waste a breath. “Do you have it?” Mason reached into his coat and slammed the small ziplock bag containing the pills into Orun’s hand. “Seven. That’s all we found.” Orun’s expression darkened but hopeful. “Then let’s pray one is enough.” He turned swiftly to the altar he had constructed, a glowing mix of crystals, herbs, and sacred runes. He ground the pill between two stones, muttering incantations in an ancient tongue.

"You told her about the deal?" "No. He keeps followin' her around." I glanced at the doorknob to check if it was locked. "My head's actin' up again." Something in my aching skull almost threatened to squeeze the air out of my lungs. "Shit." I spent the next seconds letting out my frustration with unrestrained cussing. My hands slightly paled now, so I fished the orange bottle of pills from my coat pocket. I popped the last two tablets into my mouth. It was 500 milligrams but it might not be enough to get me through the day.

Forrest asks, voice carefully neutral. I reach into my bag with hands that don't feel like my own, fingers closing around the familiar bottle. I pull it out—small, brown, unlabeled except for a handwritten sticker that says Metabolic Support in my sister's neat cursive. I've seen it a hundred times. I never once looked closer. Forrest takes it from me, turning it over in his hands. He unscrews the cap, tips one of the pills into his palm—small, white, utterly unremarkable. He holds it up to the light, then brings it to his nose, inhaling once.

He’s acting like some possessive freak and honestly, it was getting on my nerves. Without saying another word, I stand up from the bed and make my way towards the dresser where my meds were stashed inside the top drawer. I unscrew the top of the orange container and pop one pill inside my mouth, gulping it down with a bottle of sparkling water that was beside it. After feeling a bit composed and relaxed, I take some deep breaths and turn towards Noah, who was eyeing the orange container with wide eyes. “It’s just my multivitamins that I take before lunch” I lie and try to appear normal by shrugging my shoulders.

He had been startled when Noreen suddenly collapsed in front of his office door. He carried Noreen to the sofa and immediately called Edmont to check on her. Edmont reached for his bag and took out a white box. He opened the box, which contained medication, and took out a strip of small red pills and another strip of yellow capsules. "This is a blood-boosting medicine. Take one every day after breakfast," Edmont said, handing her the red pill strip. "And this is the smallest dose of sedative. Take one before bed, for seven days only," Edmont handed her a strip of yellow capsules.

Tony had given him the chance he had before him and he would not waste it with more lies. After Dr. Marza finished whatever she scribbled in his file, she opened her case again and took out a small, white plastic bottle. She then dispensed one of the light orange, octogon-shaped pills into the cap and upturned it into Dillon's palm. As she instructed, he placed it under his tongue and let it dissolve completely. It tasted like artificial orange with a bitter aftertaste.

"Let me introduce everyone. This is an Energy Nurturing Pill. It can increase the speed and quality of a martial artist's training. Other than that, Energy Nurturing Pills are split into three types. The best types are the premium Energy Nurturing Pills. There are around two thousand of them. The price is set at forty-five thousand dollars a pill." "The second type is the first grade Energy Nurturing Pills, there are about six thousand of them. The price is set at thirty thousand dollars a pill."

She just nodded in response. “I love you, love,” he added. She smiled, “I-I love you too...” but wait, she was surprised. Why did she stutter? She ended the video call and looked at the medicine she was holding: a white jar with no label. Niro told her it would help bring back her memories, and he was angry at the specialists in the US. She sighed, placed the half-yellow, half-white tablet in her mouth, and drank water. “I hope this really helps,” she told herself.

I muttered under my breath, turning the small yellow pouch over in my hands. The label was faded, the text nearly illegible, but a few key words still stood out in bold black print: "IXEPRON. POTENT NEURODEPRESSIVE." My brows knit together as I carefully tore open the top, revealing a handful of white capsules inside. Definitely didn't look like any medication I'd seen before. I glanced around to ensure the corridor was still deserted, I quickly typed the name into my phone's search engine. The results that populated made my stomach drop like a lead weight.