Six Times A Day Spacerx Novels & Stories

We start discussing Spencer coming home and her medications, going through instructions of all of them and seeing if she needs food with them or if they are to be taken on an empty stomach. Before I know it, Donna calls out that it is 8:15am. It’s time to get Spencer, I feel nerves start to rise in my stomach. She was going to ask the questions I have been dreading and it is time to tell he that we are mates.

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.

Not to nag, but most things you buy at the mall are mostly sham or expired. “She’s still standing strong. I seriously didn’t think it would take this long,” I say, still holding the small packet in my back pocket. I point at the prescriptions. “Says here that the drug takes effect within five to ten minutes. Girls, it’s been an hour plus since I spiked the drink.”

"By the benefactor of this wing. The arrangements were made last night. The medication she requires—the stabilized Serum-X—has been secured for the next twelve months. Fully paid." Twelve months. A year of life. I felt the floor lurch beneath me. "Serum-X?" Sasha barked, stepping between me and the doctor. "That’s a restricted synthetic. You need a High Pack clearance and a direct order from the Blue moon pack to even prescribe that. Who authorized this?" Thorne looked at Sasha as if she were a bug he had simply forgotten to crush. "The authorization came from the top, girl. That is all you need to know. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a scheduled vitals check."

“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.”

On it were several labelled pill bottles and a printed medication schedule. "Firstly," Dr. Rain began, pointing to a bottle, "this is your antibiotic. Take one capsule every eight hours to prevent any potential infection. It's crucial to complete the full course, even if you're feeling better." She moved to the next bottle. "This is a mild analgesic for pain management. Take one tablet every six hours as needed, but do not exceed four tablets in twenty-four hours." Tessa listened intently, nodding as Dr. Rain continued.

“Edsel, I can feel my body at any stage, you don't have to hide it from me, no matter how bad the result is, I can accept it.” Edsel choked back a sob. “Sorry Shane, it's because I'm useless, I still can't find a way to cure the virus in your body.” His hands trembled as he handed the test paper to Shane and continued. “The inhibitor has been used too many times, your body has produced antibodies. From the first time, inject once every seven days, the next time, inject once every five days, now inject once every three days, even if you get sick, you have to inject. Wait until your body fully adapts to the effects of the inhibitor, it will no longer be able to suppress the virus.”

Jakeson’s pov I nodded slowly when she said that. “That is not permanent,” she continued firmly. “You will need to take it every two hours to keep the pain manageable.” “Manageable,” I repeated. She handed me a small packet of the powder. “Do not exceed the dosage.” I took it and slipped it into my pocket. Octava stepped toward me her hand reaching for mine. The moment her fingers brushed my skin, agony swept through me. I stepped back as she froze.

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.

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.