Night Of The Living Pharmacists Novels & Stories

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.

What the hell is going on? “I’ll let the bank know we have to reschedule,” Lucas says when we get closer to my house. “No, we’re going. We still have time, right?” “Yes, our appointment is in twenty minutes.” “I’ll take a fast shower, and then we’re going to our appointment.” Lucas steps in front of me, looking into my eyes. “There are demons in your backyard.” “Yeah, but they’re dead now.” I take Lucas’s hand, which is covered in dried blood. “I’m not letting scrapper demons stop us from getting our house together. I know normal is relative, but we’re doing this one normal thing together tonight.”

I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood. "Why me?" He scoffed. "Didn't you just say not to get anyone pregnant? Be a good wife, Mrs. Spencer." He spat out the last two words like they disgusted him. I hung up and pressed my fingers to my temples. I felt exhausted. I popped a pill into my mouth without checking the label and swallowed it dry. Then, I grabbed my coat and headed out. The city streets were eerily quiet at that hour. At the 24-hour pharmacy, the sleepy pharmacist looked at the box I handed over and said gently, "Sweetheart, if a man sends you out in the middle of the night to buy these, he's not worth your time."

“What did you do?” “I told him I’d think about it and hung up. But I couldn’t sleep all night. I kept thinking about you. Some woman I’ve never met who’s going to walk into a pharmacy and pick up pills that aren’t what she thinks they are. Who’s going to take them trusting they’ll help her when really…” She wiped her eyes. “I became a pharmacist to help people. Not to poison them for money.” Poison. The word echoed in my head, loud and terrible.

Or maybe that my body was slowly failing. I looked like a ghost already. Maybe that's what I was becoming. A ghost haunting my own life, watching from the outside as everything fell apart. The pharmacy was on the first floor. I filled the prescription mechanically, smiled at the pharmacist, paid with the credit card Killian had given me for "household expenses." I wondered if he reviewed the charges. If he'd notice the cancer medications. If he'd care enough to ask questions. Probably not. I walked out into the afternoon sunlight, the bag of medications heavy in my hand. The parking lot stretched before me, and beyond it, the road that would take me back to the mansion.

Me praying silently and Kira-crying in the embrace of Sir Flinn. I closed my eyes again as I heard the signal. Then we heard the doctor say, “Time of death, 8:45 pm.”

On the other side of the room, a medication dispensary sat tucked into the wall, a counter containing spilled bottles of pills and an array of scattered needles crudely hidden beneath a tattered, blue curtain. Zoe sucked in a breath, planting herself beside Jon as her fingers gripped into the muscles of his bicep and forearm. “Something’s going to jump out of there,” she muttered, steeling her racing nerves. Black eyes darted to the curtain, a smile brushing across pursed lips as he squeezed the front of her thigh reassuringly. Sure enough, as they made their way across the room, the curtain ripped back, a zombified nurse lunging from the dispensary window as a hysterical cackle morphed her

I filled the prescription on Friday evening. The pharmacy was three streets from Dr. Webb's office and I went there directly after the session while everything was still sitting close to the surface and before I had time to talk myself out of it. The pharmacist handed me the bag without ceremony. I drove home. Put the medication on the bedside table. Lay in the dark. This time I slept.

The sounds of our pleasure filled the room, a chorus of moans and gasps that drowned out the rest of the world. As I laid back, letting them take me under, I realized that I wasn't just surviving this secret life anymore. I was thriving in it. We were three women sharing a truth that no one else was allowed to see. And as the night stretched on, I knew there was no going back to the person I used to be.

Taking out the one-third formula that was under the head's charge, she started to command the two pharmacists to collect the needed amount and kinds of materials according to the formula. The first batch pharmacists left the room after finished their work, and the second batch came in. "Triple-yellow Grass, 200 kg!" said the head of the shift in a loud voice to the two pharmacists. Normally, the two pharmacists would go to fetch the materials as they were told; however, that day, one of the pharmacists suddenly crouched down covering his belly and groaned in pain after he took few steps. "Hey, what's the matter with you?" asked the other pharmacist.