Six Times A Day Spacerx Novels & Stories

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.*

"My last appointments are at 4:00 and 6:00 today, so I can train you at 5:00 or at 7:00, just let me know when you can make it. I'll check my schedule for Wednesday and Friday when I get in." I drank the shake, listening. "Here are some supplements to take." Again she pointed to a pillbox split into days of the week, with several openings for each day. She pulled out a strip, and I saw it was actually seven different containers, one for each day, each one split into 4 parts. "Take the first ones now. The next ones just before lunch, and the third before your afternoon meal." She dropped the strip of pills into a bag which contained the soft sided cooler with my Tupperware containers.

If word gets out about this then I'll be ruined. "Doctor—" I beckoned but before he could answer, the door pushed open and Kalix walked in. "Are you done yet? I've been sitting outside for ages and I really need to go back to the dorm." He complained to the doctor who nodded his head at him. "We just finished so you can take him with you." He informed Kalix who walked up to my bed to help me stand up on my feet. "Here are your medications." He said, giving it to me and I took it gratefully. "They're very strong and If you were a girl, I'd say take it once daily but since you're a boy then twice a day would do."

His body was starting to act up again. A sharp, familiar heat was blooming in his gut, a dizzying throb that made his head spin. He reached into his pocket, touching the bottle of suppressants he had already dipped into twice that day. There must be something wrong with his dosage. It seems not to be working as effectively as it always did before. "I think your suppressants..." Dax started seven days later, his voice trailing off as he studied the digital readout on the medical monitor.

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.

After being put on a drip for an entire day, they returned to the university. Ezra walked her back to her dorm and showed her every packet of medication while reminding her of the dosage for each one. "Take this once a day. You only need one pill every time. It's to reduce inflammation. This is for your wound. Spray it on your wound every time you change your bandage." Ezra's thoughtfulness warmed Tessa's heart as she had just arrived in Engliora and did not know anyone in this new country. He would message her every day to remind her to change her bandage and take her medication. The scar on her face slowly faded away.

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.”

Emma reminded, "Also, did you remember to take your pills today, Mr Sanders?" He raised a brow at her, shook his head and spoke, "Sit." She pursed her lips and sat on the chair in front of him, "The Romanos' function starts at 4 P.M. If you take your pills now, I'm certain the reactions will wear off before then. Would you like me to get you some water, Mr. Sanders?" Jace loosened the first two buttons of his shirt and tilted his head upward, showing her the upper part of his chest. "I didn't take them yesterday and the day before that."

I texted him from my car, parked outside the practice facility at six-forty in the morning, forty minutes before anyone else would arrive. *Running low. Same as usual. Rush if possible.* The response came back in under a minute, which was either reassuring or alarming depending on the day. *Timeline's tight. Heat regulations cracking down. Two weeks minimum.* I stared at the message. Two weeks. My current supply was nine days, maybe ten if I was careful, if I kept the dosage at minimum maintenance level. That was a gap. Gaps were the thing I had spent my entire adult life engineering against. I deleted the message thread. I got out of the car. I went inside.

"The green one, take two pills every day, after breakfast and dinner. The milky white one, take three times a day, before meals." "After finishing them, come back for a check-up." She took out her phone. "Add me on WhatsApp." Whitney quickly took out her phone and added Tanner on WhatsApp. "If you feel uncomfortable, just send me a message, I'll reply." Whitney obediently nodded. Tanner smiled. "You're really cute." Caleb crossed his arms, smiling in a half-amused way. "I really suspect you like women." Tanner remained indifferent, firing back, "If I liked women, would your wife be willing to give me a chance?"