Novel & Cerita Six Times A Day Spacerx

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.

he said in a stern tone. Jean nodded fervently. "Alright." Tyler started to tell her while holding the bottle of medicine, "I'm supposed to take this three times a day, one pill each time. For this other one, I need to have it twice a day, two pills each time. I'll also need to take three spoonfuls of this medicine every day. This next one …" Tyler continued detailing the various medications he had to take. Jean looked at the assortment of pill bottles and syrups in front of her and took a deep breath.

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.*

"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."

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."

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.”

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.

“Give me my f**kin’ pills, Sed.” Sed lifted his hips off the sofa and pulled the bottle from his pocket. Trey tried to snatch it from his hand, but Sed held it firmly. “This label says you’re supposed to take four pills a day. A maximum of eight. How many have you taken since last night, Trey? Do you even know?”