Night Of The Living Pharmacists Novels & Stories

That Night I got pregnant on New Year’s Eve. That night was hands down the best night of my life. A magical night with the man of my dreams. The aftermath changed everything. After weeks of silence from him and a positive pregnancy test, it was safe to say I was in full out panic mode. Until I walked into a conference room only to find Mr. Man-of-my-dreams-father-of-my-unborn-child at the head of the table. Turns out the VP of finance isn’t an old boring guy with white hair.

Her eyes were red, as if she had suffered a tremendous injustice. “Milo, how can you drag others down at a time like this?” she said. “You were the one who had an argument with Mr. Nichols this morning, and out of spite, you deliberately wrote the wrong drug! After the preoperative preparations, Jonah and I even went to the pharmacy to double-check the medications. Liam from the pharmacy can testify for us!” A middle-aged man in a white coat stepped out of the crowd. It was the pharmacist, Liam. He nodded and agreed, “That’s right. Around ten this morning, I did see the two of them in the pharmacy. I even talked to Jonah about the cephalosporin stock.”

… Two days later, everyone gathered at the police station once again. Nick solemnly explained his findings based on the autopsy report. Then, he pointed his finger at me and accused me of killing Max. "The patient died of an allergic reaction to penicillin. His time of death was between 5:00 am to 6:00 am. This means that Natalie gave him the wrong drug, which caused him to suffer an anaphylactic shock," he declared.

The nurses just worked their regular shifts as usual. Karly was also a nurse at this hospital. She worked the night shift and checked every ward to make sure patients were okay. When she walked to the pharmacy, she saw the light was still on inside. She thought someone just forgot to turn it off after work, so she pushed the door open. What she saw was a secret passage behind the medicine cabinet. She looked around carefully, because she had never heard of any secret passage in the pharmacy since she started working there. She slowly walked inside and saw a bunch of animals locked in cages. There were even some people in hospital gowns locked up too. She looked terrified, because it was obvi

After we left the place, everyone started talking, some were even murmuring, it turns out that the guy that was found dead, died as a result of the drug, Zombie told me about, The Night shade! Just what the hell was happening in this school? How can everyone keep quiet when people are dying because of this drug? Something has to be done! To be continued 💊 💊 💊 💊 💊 💊 💊 💊 💊 💊

The walk to the pharmacy was a miserable crawl through thick mud and tangled brush and the wind was blowing so hard that I could barely see the road in front of me, but we finally reached the small brick building and Rafael used a crowbar to pop the lock on the back door. We slipped inside and the air was quiet and smelled like lavender and rubbing alcohol, and I used a small flashlight to scan the shelves for the specific vials of synthetic protein that Enzo had mentioned. "I found the first two but I don't see the base solution anywhere on these shelves, so check the refrigerated section in the back while I look through the storage cabinets," I whispered to Rafael as I moved toward the cou

Although Nathaniel had given me permission to stay out late, it was of no use. I was going to go upstairs, drink water, sleep, and in the morning, I would figure out what came next. Mainly because that was all I could do right now. But first, I would have to call Pamela. She needs to understand that Elliot tricked me. The lights were on in the living room. I almost walked past because Nathaniel always had the lights on for some reason; he often left them on when he fell asleep, resting on the couch after a long shift. I had covered him with a blanket more times than I could count over the past two years.

The voice calling my name jolted me awake, and I realized I had been trapped in the agony of a nightmare—one that had plagued me for years, a painful reminder of the day I lost my beloved mother and also one of my eyes. Those sleepless nights had returned, the lasting trauma of that fateful day refusing to give up its hold on me. I had thought I had conquered those demons, but it seemed they still lurked, ready to resurface and torment me once more. I stared up at the person who had woken me from my nap, realizing I had been sleeping on a couch in the middle of my drug factory. All around me, the workers were hard at work—some refining the drugs, others packaging the product into neat bags a

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

My soul was trapped in the living room,forced to watch their warm, intimate family scene. Vampires rarely need sleep. Yet my father, who usually entered his resting state before midnight, was wide awake now, sitting there in high spirits as he watched Olivia unwrap her Nightfall Commencement gifts. My mother was browsing the Tailors’ Guild catalog on the light screen, selecting gowns suitable for night travel and banquets, promising to prepare an entire new wardrobe for Olivia’s graduation trip.