White Round Pill R 153 Novels & Stories

Scarlet said anxiously, obviously worried. Rover patted his chest and gasped for breath. He hurried back at top speed just now. “The pills sold in that store are very cheap and good. I bought one so that you can take a look at it.” Rover took out the pill he bought and handed it to Scarlet. “This pill costs 800 energy stones. I think it's quite cheap!” Rover said with a smile as if he had picked up a great bargain. However, Scarlet thought he was nuts.

I swallowed hard, feeling sad. “Pink pills? Miss, what was the name of this medication? Did your doctor tell you?” the doctor asked, slightly confused, taking notes on my medical record. “I don’t remember exactly, but I think it was rue. If I’m not mistaken, it was a compound with rue and evening primrose!” I said, vaguely recalling what was written on the bottle I had forgotten to take. The doctor was silent for a moment, bringing his hand to his face with an expression of astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost or heard something very absurd.

Exactly five minutes of pure mental agony passed until the door opened again with softness. Riley came running into the room, locking with the latch behind her, and advanced toward my desk with her right hand this time extended. Between her long fingers she held a small pill of oval shape and immaculate white color. "What is that shit, Riley?" I asked, arching an eyebrow while looking at the tablet with total distrust.

“Is this a bad time?” “No, Mom, it’s never a bad time. What’s going on?” “I found a bottle of pills in Robert’s room when I was cleaning.” “What does the bottle say?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Lorazepam.” “That’s Ativan. What do the pills look like?” “Round and orange.”

"Mr. Carter, the analysis of the pill's composition is in the report. There are no toxic ingredients in the pills, and the medicinal effects derived from these ingredients are beneficial for health, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis." "Who are you? How can you claim there are no toxins in the pills?" Clara immediately questioned, displeased by Riley's lack of doctor's attire. Riley's eyes softened, but a hint of sharpness glinted within as he revealed his identity, "I am Riley Sinclair." This name was likely well-known in Canada, as he was regarded as a genius in the medical field. Clara was left speechless. She hadn't expected Alessia, a countryside woman, to have such g