Six Times A Day Spacerx Novels & Stories

Horror overtook her face like a cold wave. She knew what he was. I tightened my grip on her hand. “Please, Mom,” I whispered, eyes locked on hers. “Not now.” She looked at me. Looked at him. Then took a deep breath and nodded—just enough. Adrian didn’t flinch. “How often did you receive these treatments?” “Twice a month,” she said. “Every Saturday. I was told not to miss it. Ever.” She said. “Were you given any medications to follow up?” the doctor asked.

He finished cleaning and handed me a small bag of drugs. “Now you need to listen to me. You need to take these drugs twice a day,” he said, pointing to a blue can. “Then for this other one, you take it once in the morning and once at night. Don’t worry, I think everything is written down so it’ll be easy for you to actually understand it.” I nodded as my phone buzzed. It was a board member’s name that was flashing across the screen. “I have to take this,” I said, getting to my feet.

“Take one daily. Remember to take them half an hour after breakfast!” “Okay, Thank you. I'll repay you if I really made it!” Sharon smiled and continued, “You'll be my best friend then!” Fane smiled and said, “You don’t have to repay me. I can sell my medication for ten or one hundred million per pill. I’ll give this to you and I only have one request. Stop pestering me and stop thinking about marrying me, okay?” Sharon was extremely embarrassed and she smiled. “Alright, I promise!”

5 seconds later it returned to its usual orange color and Max smiles. Each one normally needed 75 mg. He needed to have at least 7000 doses. Even though the warriors used the injection once, they knew they had 3 doses to take at half-hour intervals. Thus, the rogues had to carry 4500 dozes and the pack would have to have at least 2500 doses. Always worth adding and never missing.

I winced, but held still, fearing that any movement might make it worse. After a moment, Dr Kelly announced, "All done. You can cover up again." I pulled my panties back to a more comfortable position and allowed my t-shirt to fall, covering my exposed hip. The site was tender, but not excruciating and I figured I would survive it. The doctor took a large swig of the coffee Aunt Mara had prepared for him, then he dug in his bag, producing a box of pills. "Take these. Twice daily. Finish the course," he explained before looking at Aunt Mara. "Mara already has your painkillers. You can take two every four to six hours, as needed for the pain. They will make you drowsy, so no driving or operati

And I know. Miralyn, the palace healer, absolutely told her to stay in bed. Right on the timeline Hana suggested, I’d bet. And not only did Xandra ignore that, she didn’t even bother to tell me she was ignoring it. “Take one of these every day.” Hana shakes a small pile of pills onto a clean fabric, then winces when the bottle stops spitting them. “Every other day. And come to me when you run out. There are… simpler, slightly less effective versions I might be able to scrounge together.”

"So...which of them are to be administered?" He chuckled, "All of them." Gianna gasped, "All of—" she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry." The aim wasn't to make him feel bad about something he had no control over or didn't ask for. He was suffering. Even though he refused to admit it, it was evident. As clear as day. "Does this mean I'll see you every day?" He eagerly asked after swallowing the ninth and last tablet. "No," she gathered the containers and began walking to and from the room and the bathroom. "Twice a week. I'll be checking in with you the rest of the days."

The pharmacy was a brightly-lit. The air smelled disinfectant and floral air freshener. Dr. Alistair’s crisp, clinical handwriting was a confession, a detailed list of her own perversion for any bored pharmacist to read. ‘Rx: One tablet, to be taken orally at 8 PM. Muscle relaxant. For severe, systemic hypersensitivity.’

“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….”

This woman was not calm. “Time for her shots.” The nurse stated as her voice wavered for a second. The more she tried to school, her features, the more they seemed to contort. Kit had gone over every one of the medications June was on and cross-referenced them. June did not receive medication by shot except for one every week in the beginning. It was Wednesday. “She isn’t due for any medication.” Kit replied, “You must have the wrong room.” She was directly in the way from the woman who was still standing just within the door and June, who was in back of her. Kit would not let this woman move forward any more.