Six Times A Day Spacer X Novels & Stories

Sky handed her a bag full of medications. "These are the medications she needs. The first medicine should be taken three times a day. She needs to take three pills for every in take. There's also a liquid medicine. She needs twenty millimeters at a time and.." He showed her the other medications. "In short, these medication can prevent the spread of cancer cells. She should take them on time..." Agnes took tbe medication and said, "Thank you doctor. I will make sure that my older sister takes them" Sky gave her a couple more of advise before leaving.

“That is, with a few conditions.” I groaned and slumped back against my pillow. “What?” She pulled out a sheet of paper covered in, thankfully, English. Paige took it before I could and studied the contents. Dr. Awad addressed her instructions to Paige. “We’re sending you home with two medications, an as-needed pain pill and a twice-daily antibiotic. He’s already been taking the antibiotic….”

The twelve people dispelled their doubts when they heard Charlie’s words. They were also slightly excited at the same time. They originally had to take the antidote once every seven days, but it was about to be extended to fifteen days now. This was definitely a good thing that they should celebrate.

She rubbed her chest as she was about to pick another capsule and it’s not good if she drank every hour. He reached his head as he sighed. He went out of his office as he approached her and he lowered his head. “You can only take it three times a day,” he said. “You can’t gulp it down.” She was startled. She nodded at him. “Come, let’s get coffee,” he said. “Or tea…” She stood as she forgot to grab her wallet but she luckily had her phone. They headed out to the reception. “But the pantry is~~” “Out,” he said as she followed him.

I question and get up from bed with confusion plastered on my face. She rolls her eyes and huffs. "Andrei has sent me due to the apparent 'sexual activities' that will be occurring very soon." My face instantly heats up and I look away in embarrassment. "Oh, yeah.." "Anyways," She begins and pulls out a small, tin container. "Take this every morning and don't forget. The side affects are listed on the back and it isn't 'active' until 48 hours after you've taken it." She places it into my palm then reaches back into her bag and pulls out a box this time: condoms.

Saatchi said. “That’s only the second thing I did today,” he said. “Hey, take your time. It won’t be like this for long. Don’t feel guilty about it,” she said. “Believe me, I’m really trying everyday,” he said. “I believe you. It’s not easy to understand why things happened and how they happened. One day, we were talking about your plans, the next day, we were talking about medication, healing, and all other stuff,” she said.

Crazy Doctor turned around he saw four cooler were on the table and they were opened, he then saw the freezer with the injections opened and they started to fill the coolers. He watched as a marker was uncapped and on each cooler a name was written, ‘Michael,’ ‘Davis,’ ‘Lee,’ and ‘James.’ He then saw the marker writing the dosage, ‘For the first three months an injection every other day, from the fourth to sixth month an injection every week, from the seventh to the ninth month an injection every two weeks and from the tenth month to the twelfth month an injection once a month.’ “My queen, I hope you know what you are doing,” Crazy Doctor said to no one in particular before grabbing the four

“Can I have them now?” Richard counted out a reduced amount and placed them in my hand without saying a word, setting the bottle back on the desk. I swallowed them without water. “You have exceeded the daily dose.” He muttered as he placed the bottle on the desk. “Doctor Shin’s prescription was morning and evening. Not every hour.” “You nag more than my dad.” I dropped back to my chair and pressed two fingers to my temple. “My ears are genuinely about to bleed.” “But they aren’t, which means I am clearly not nagging enough.” Richard joked as he picked up the iPad. “A message came in.”

I don’t have time to ruin myself again. I slide off the mattress quiet, bare feet smacking soft against the wood. Seth doesn’t move. Good. My bag’s under the desk. I crouch low and yank it open, digging past notebooks and wrappers till my fingers close around the bottle. White label, torn edges, the fucker’s old but the pills still work. Risperdal, 2mg tabs, tiny as shit but punch like a brick to the skull. I pop the cap and dump one into my palm, thumb rolling it over once before shoving it back on my tongue and swallowing dry.

Like a blank page. The problem was the word *therapeutic.* There was a precise dosing window. Too little and his natural scent bled through. Too much and his body began metabolizing them faster to compensate, which required higher doses to achieve the same effect, which accelerated the depletion rate, which meant he could run out faster than projected. He had a three-month supply. The plan was to be finished in six weeks, eight at the outside. *Eight weeks,* he reminded himself. *Find Lyra in eight weeks.*