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she started saying whilst getting up and going to her table "your bandage would need to be changed every three days considering the bleeding. Your medication is to be taken thrice daily. Morning, Afternoon and night endeavor not to miss it cause you're on some antibiotics. oh and your blood tonic is to be taken only once by the time you choose" "thanks" I muttered while she came back to where I was laid and helped me sit up. "how did I get here?" I asked her because last I remember, Hunter ran off.

I pull her chair out and scold her. “I’m just giving Estelle some more questions to add to the weekly questionnaire so the data is complete. I’m not doing any actual work.” She huffs at me and slides off the chair. “Can we please go home now, before I AM tempted to do some work?” Zara leaves the room and heads down to the elevator. Estelle hands me a bottle that looks exactly like Katie’s. “It’s killing her to not be involved. She should take two tablespoons every twelve hours. So that’s eight p.m. for the next dose. They’re going to be tired for the next day or two while their bodies get acclimated to the medication.”

The next morning, I woke up like I was in a fairy tale. I had never felt so good in my life. I stretch between the sheets while trying to see where to get out, when I get out of these, I realize that Dr. Mark is not by my side. I immediately get upset, I turn my head a few inches to realize that there is a note on the coffee table. I took it and all it says is. "Take this pill, take another one every 5 hours for 4 days"

I winced, but held still, fearing that any movement might make it worse. After a moment, Dr Kelly announced, "All done. You can cover up again." I pulled my panties back to a more comfortable position and allowed my t-shirt to fall, covering my exposed hip. The site was tender, but not excruciating and I figured I would survive it. The doctor took a large swig of the coffee Aunt Mara had prepared for him, then he dug in his bag, producing a box of pills. "Take these. Twice daily. Finish the course," he explained before looking at Aunt Mara. "Mara already has your painkillers. You can take two every four to six hours, as needed for the pain. They will make you drowsy, so no driving or operati

He then faces me again and says, “I will leave the healing cream and the vial of painkiller along with a spare syringe. Use the healing cream every 3 hours for the next few days and only if she needs it you can give her the bare minimum, as you only want to take the pain away, not send her back to sleep.” Owen says as he wraps everything that he used up and places it back in his medical bag. He then bows his head slightly and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Her tone was gentle and calm when she spoke. “It’s time for your medicine. The doctor said to space it out by 8 hours, three times a day. By the way, Dr. Tanner called earlier to check on your condition. I updated him.” Tegan was truly gentle. No man wouldn't be moved by such tenderness. If not for the presence of his subordinates, Lorian would have wanted to embrace her tenderly. However, the people in the study would undoubtedly spoil the mood. Of course, Lorian understood Tegan's intentions. She came to bring him medicine and mentioned the doctor out of concern for his well-being.

"Fortunately, the damage isn’t permanent. I’ve prepared a treatment regimen.” He reached into his bag and handed me a small, carefully labeled bottle of pills. “Ten days,” he said. “That’s all he needs.” I clutched the bottle tightly, feeling like I could finally breathe again. "He needs to take one pill every day, no more, no less. The dosage is strong. Stronger than anything I usually recommend, but it’s necessary." He paused, voice serious. "You must stay close to him during this time. His mind will be confused, volatile. He might experience partial flashbacks, emotional bursts. Don’t leave him alone too long. If you absolutely must step away, make sure someone trusted is watching him.”

Catherine protested as they walked out. "Try to cut back, not eliminate. You need to control yourself," he said firmly, shaking the medicine pack in his hand. "This is once a day, right? Before bed?" "Yeah." "Alright, let's go." As they left, Rebecca pictured the same hands that had massaged her legs last night now going to rub Catherine's abdomen. The thought made her stomach churn. Just then, her phone rang with a call from Vance.

"It's nothing to worry about. He just needs some rest and good care. He's had a few injuries, and with poor nutrition over time, it's left him with some lasting effects." Rafael had been holding his breath, but at those words, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. Carissa wasn't convinced but didn't press further. Instead, she asked, "How long will he need to take this medicine?" Sebastian's response was calm. "Let's see how he fares after six months." As he spoke, he continued to pull out medicine bottles from his chest, laying them carefully on the table. "Three doses a day, with each meal."

Hazel’s breath stalled in her throat. "I came inside you last night," Xavier continued bluntly, ignoring the sudden, violent flush of color rising into her cheeks. He held the pill and the glass of water out toward her. "You will take this today. I'll have a permanent prescription arranged for you by Monday. You'll need to take it regularly." Hazel swallowed the dry lump in her throat. She reached out with a trembling hand, took the small pill, and popped it into her mouth, washing it down quickly with the water.