Six Times A Day Spacerx Novels & Stories

Garreth laid on the white leather couch like a child, he closed his eyes. Before Marcela could word out anything, Spencer pulled out his phone. "Good day, I would like to book an appointment." "Yes, he is usual patient." Spencer said. "I would appreciate it if Mrs. Martin's had private sessions with him in his home as per usual." "Thank you, good bye." He added. "Garreth, did you take your pills like a good boy?" Spencer asked. "Yes, Spence I took my pills like a good boy. I'm a good boy." Garreth said like a child snuggling into Spencer's embrace.

"Take those pills on the side table. All of them. And eat some plain congee in half an hour." Chloe stared at the mountain of capsules and tablets on the nightstand, her features scrunching in disgust. There were at least six different pills. She could feel Xavier’s dark, soul-piercing gaze on her back, a silent pressure that made it impossible to refuse. She swallowed them one by one, her throat tight with the effort. As the doctor reached the door, she paused and looked back at Xavier. "The topical ointment needs to be applied regularly to the affected areas. Don't forget."

"These two medications have to be taken twice a day. You can let him take these once before he sleeps at night and once more tomorrow afternoon after lunch." Larissa nodded dutifully. Then, after the doctor left, she set another alarm on her phone. Kevan did not go back to sleep. Instead, he stared at her as she worked. Feeling a little uneasy under his watchful gaze, Larissa averted her eyes and searched around for a topic of conversation. "Are you hungry? Do you want some food?"

Wells is in front of me, feeding me his cock while he reviews paperwork. “Approaching week six,” Wells notes, not looking up from his documents. “Optimal conception window based on your cycle begins tomorrow. I recommend increased frequency over the next four days.” “Increased frequency,” Richard pants, slamming into me. “How do you propose we increase beyond daily?” “Multiple deposits per session.” Wells sets down his paperwork. Looks at me. “Can you take three today?” I pull off his cock long enough to answer. “I can try.” Richard cums inside me – his second load today – and Wells takes his place immediately. No break. No recovery time. Just one cock withdrawing and another sliding in.

"It's nothing to worry about. He just needs some rest and good care. He's had a few injuries, and with poor nutrition over time, it's left him with some lasting effects." Rafael had been holding his breath, but at those words, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. Carissa wasn't convinced but didn't press further. Instead, she asked, "How long will he need to take this medicine?" Sebastian's response was calm. "Let's see how he fares after six months." As he spoke, he continued to pull out medicine bottles from his chest, laying them carefully on the table. "Three doses a day, with each meal."

Seraphine read it from the beginning. The early entries were straightforward. The diagnosis, the cardiologist’s name, the initial treatment plan, the medication prescribed. Veranox, fifty milligrams, twice daily, starting the third week of March. Her mother had written the name carefully, had noted the dosage, had written down the doctor’s explanation of how it worked and what to expect. She had also, two weeks into the medication, written this:

“I promise you, I’m better than okay. I’m not naive enough to believe that this is all I need. I’m certain the cramps will come back.” “How long before they do?” I cringe as I hear myself ask. “It doesn’t sound like you’re too eager to do this again. Is it hurting that bad?” “I will do what you need. If we need to tie every four hours for the entirety of your heat I will find a way to achieve that.” She runs her hand through my hair trying to calm the panic that I’m fighting to hide. “The recommendation is three times a day unless the couple achieves what we seem to have.”

Slowly but surely, I raised a glitchy hand to my face and broke out into a thin smile. ‎It hasn't been five seconds and you're already punishing me, huh? It was certain, one who's been in the game for too long shouldn't think of having to live an ordinary life. ‎As a low grunt escaped from my throat, I picked myself up and propped my back against the wall of the duplex. Holding the side of my ribs in a caress, I held the medication close to my face and read the labels. ‎‎'Make sure to contact your doctor every five months.'

Then I exited my room and walked towards the living room to find Dina still watching Tv. "Here Dina. Here's an extra sweater. Put it on, so that you can stay warm while we're at the movie theaters." I said passing the sweater to Dina. Dina grabbed the sweater and smiled. Then said "Thank you Ali." I smiled and sat next to her then said "Dina what time are you supposed to take your medication?" "Twice a day. One pill in the morning and one pill at night, after I eat my meal." said Dina.

“ “Like I said earlier, this was the strongest batch we could make. Instead of applying it once daily, you will have to apply it thrice daily for the next two weeks.” Jonas and I thanked Dr. Sean, and we left his office. We got home very quickly, and I hurried upstairs to my room. I saw my bags in the corner and smiled. I couldn't believe that Jonas went back to get my bags. However, I was leaving now so I had to take them along with me. In the next two weeks, I will come back. I continued to search for clothes, but a piece of paper fell from one of my clothes and onto the floor.