Six Times A Day Spacer X Novels & Stories

Three months of normal felt stranger than six weeks of crisis ever had. For ninety days nothing dramatic had happened. No emergency calls. No late-night hospital visits. No terrifying messages from unknown numbers. Just life. Alex woke to the quiet chime of the medication tracker on her phone. She reached for it before she even opened her eyes. Morning dose – pending. She tapped the screen. The log filled automatically with yesterday’s entries. Morning ✓ Evening ✓ Day 133. One hundred thirty-three consecutive days of medication.