Serax Tablet Novels & Stories

He picked up one of the bottles, reading the label with the same intensity he usually reserved for important contracts. "Sertraline, 50 milligrams. To be taken each morning with food." He set it down and reached for another. "Iron supplement, twice daily. Vitamin D complex, one tablet in the morning." His fingers moved to the crystal dish. "And these – the anti-anxiety medication should be taken now. The others can wait until after you've eaten."

Hidden beneath socks and watches and the cufflinks I came looking for. I pick one up. Read the label. **METOPROLOL SUCCINATE 100MG** **RAVEN, TYLER R.** **TAKE ONE TABLET DAILY** **DR. NINA REEVES** My hands are shaking. I pick up another bottle. **CARVEDILOL 25MG** **RAVEN, TYLER R.** **TAKE TWICE DAILY WITH FOOD** **DR. NINA REEVES** Another.

Seraphine read it from the beginning. The early entries were straightforward. The diagnosis, the cardiologist’s name, the initial treatment plan, the medication prescribed. Veranox, fifty milligrams, twice daily, starting the third week of March. Her mother had written the name carefully, had noted the dosage, had written down the doctor’s explanation of how it worked and what to expect. She had also, two weeks into the medication, written this:

“We’re on your turf, so you should take the lead, Ms. Otter.” “Let me see…” Maxine fell into contemplation for a brief moment before uttering, “Patient presents with fever, headache, facial flush, stiff limbs, and irregular pulse. What would be the appropriate medication?” She then turned to the man she was fond of and said with a smile, “Take your time, Sebastian. Why don’t I make sure you get a drink?” “I’m fine.” Sebastian responded, “Four ounces of rhubarb, three ounces of skullcap root, four ounces of rehmannia, and three ounces of peony bark.

she says, rubbing her eyes and trying to sit up. “How are you feeling, Serah? And how is the baby?” Raphael asks warmly. “I’m okay, Raphael. Thank you for coming,” Serah replies with a tired but grateful smile. “The pleasure is all mine. I brought you some fruits,” he says, placing the neatly packed parcel on the bedside table. “Thank you, Rapha. Do you want to hold the baby?” she asks. His eyes light up. “Of course,” he says, carefully picking up the little one in his arms.

Kira asked inquisitively. “No, I am a doctor, Kira, not some c*ndom manufacturer,” Dr Serene spoke stiffly. “Then,” Kira could not help herself but ask. “Three c*ndoms, one on top of another,” Dr Serena finished and Kira’s mouth hung open. “No wonder they are not comfortable,” Kira muttered. “And less pleasurable, yes,” Dr Serena nodded. “So, take this, one table spoon twice a day for three days following your first day of your period, and you should be good,” Dr Serena added.

The dusk was blood-red as Damien returned to the Blackwood house, stepping on the remnants of the setting sun. SLAP! A medical report reeking of disinfectant was violently thrown in Sera's face. The sharp edge of the paper cut a red mark across her pale cheek. The girl's body, curled up on the leather sofa, trembled violently like a startled fawn. "Serotonin levels normal, dopamine receptor activity stable, all indicators within normal range." Each word from Damien was laced with ice. "Sera, you don't have depression at all. Why did you lie to us?"

“The Lord shall direct you all as I go on my sabbatical. Now, let us pray.” Eyes all around the room shut and I did the same. However, my mind was haywire, my body taut and in my mind's eyes, those green eyes were still staring at me. Easy Yasmin. Don’t panic. All you need to do is explain. Explain that you are on your period and everything should be fine. My breathing was short and shallow. The pain in my uterus was still gnawing at me and now my stomach was churning from anxiety. My eyes fluttered open and closed and my fingers began to tremble.

"Mm? Yeah, I'm fine. Chill. Smells gross, but pretty sure it's not pepper spray." "Yeah, what the fuck is that stuff? Does it hurt?" Abbie asked as she inched closer, her phone held up threateningly with her thumb poised over some button I couldn't see, a dead man's switch of blackmail. I wasn't about to call her bluff, though. There had been ample opportunity for her to snap a shot or two. "It's nothing," Taylor shrugged. "The can say Serene X, or Serenex, or something like that. It doesn't sting or anything though."

Seren and Green Dragon walked in through the door. “How is my wife doing?” Seren came forward and asked worriedly. Tyr said, “The pulse of your wife is very messy, but I have smoothed it out by applying needles to her. Let her sleep peacefully for now. Her mental state should be much better after she wakes up. Do you have pen and paper with you?” “Yes.” Seren reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. Tyr quickly scribbled a prescription on the paper and handed it to Seren. He explained, “You must purchase the medication listed on this prescription and let your wife take it once per day. It aids in the relaxation of her nerves.”