Six Times A Day Spacer X Novels & Stories

I inhale a deep break and then exhale to help him. "No sir." The room is silent for a brief second. Doctor Zimmerman writes something on his clipboard before speaking again. "All done. You're cleared to go home, if you feel comfortable enough. If not, you're welcome to stay here another night. Just pick up your medication at our pharmacy and you'll be ready to go," He turns to my mom and continues talking again. "Make sure she takes this medication at least 2 times a day. One in the morning and evening. If she doesn't, the anxiety that she's undergoing will continue more rapidly." He finishes. My mom nods in understanding.

The council cleared Knox’s name and granted us thirty days to prove our relationship is real. Thirty days. The number keeps circling back, no matter how hard I try to shake it. Dr. Patel’s office is tucked into the medical wing’s far corner, past the main treatment rooms and the small pharmacy that caters to wolf-specific needs. The door is open when I arrive, and I’m about to knock when I hear voices inside. “—one packet per day, same time each morning. It’s effective for approximately four weeks, so you’ll need to return for a refill if you want continued coverage.”

“Eat. Slowly. Dr. Patel said your stomach might still be sensitive.” He takes a spoonful, and I watch his face relax slightly. “This is really good.” “I told you.” I pulled out my phone, opening the medication tracker app Sarah helped me set up yesterday. “Okay, so you’ve had your two o’clock doses. The next round is at six. That’s three pills—two anti-inflammatories and one steroid.” “You memorized my medication schedule?” “I made flashcards.” At his look, I shrug. “What? I’m a visual learner. And I’m not messing this up.”

"So...which of them are to be administered?" He chuckled, "All of them." Gianna gasped, "All of—" she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry." The aim wasn't to make him feel bad about something he had no control over or didn't ask for. He was suffering. Even though he refused to admit it, it was evident. As clear as day. "Does this mean I'll see you every day?" He eagerly asked after swallowing the ninth and last tablet. "No," she gathered the containers and began walking to and from the room and the bathroom. "Twice a week. I'll be checking in with you the rest of the days."

Chris Jnr pouted in annoyance “We cannot use the same trick twice.” “I can slip the pill incense on to his clothes.” Night Sonic didn’t think it was bothersome at all. He continued seeing the confusion on Chris Jnr’s face “It is a small pill; the size of a nail head and it will start to dispel a calming fragrance that makes one fall asleep once it is exposed to air. It will disappear even before the person wakes up.” “Where can we get one?” “Night Wasp should have some on him.” “Alright” Chris Jnr nodded and laid back to rest “You know what to do then.”

Maren saw it and quickly said, "I'll get you some water." "No need." Spencer refused and poured out a few pills from the box. He was about to put the pills in his mouth when he suddenly thought of something. He became excited. He took out a small handful of pills from the box and put them into his mouth. Maren's expression changed and she quickly walked over. She grabbed his arm and stopped him from taking so many pills at once. "These medicines are harmful to your body. You can't take so much anymore." Maren shook her head and begged, "I beg you, don't take it anymore."

He growled. "Answer the question" I shot back pushing myself up so that I was now in a sitting position on the bed. "It's none of your business, I'm here now aren't I?" He stated rolling his eyes, how come yesterday he was actually being kinda nice and now he was back to his annoying, arrogant, bipolar self. ...... "Take these in the morning and before you go to bed, take this little one three times a day four hours apart and if your the same in three days come back but you should see an improvement." The nurse explained as she handed Four a plastic bag filled with different medicine tablets.

Of course, Spencer kept that information from her. Following that, she explained, "Every once in a while, antibodies appear in my blood, though I'm not sure of the exact mechanism behind it." He asked, "What's the frequency?" She replied, "Every six months… But I've been busy lately, which is why I forgot to tell you. It's about the sixth month now." Spencer's countenance darkened. How could she forget such an important detail? If he hadn't gotten back home that day… Suddenly, he aimed for her dainty lips and lightly bit on them. He didn't want to hurt her; he just wanted to punish her.

He was busy texting and mindlinking pack members. The nurse came back in and gave the doctor a piece of paper. She quickly excused herself. Cole put down the phone and looked at the doctor expectantly. He shook his head. “I’m afraid it’s negative. You’re just starting to try. It’s early, yet.” Cole nodded. “We’ll try again. I will need some more of that medication.” “Of course.” The doctor stood up and opened up a cupboard. “You should not use this more than once a week.”

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.