"Damn!" Issac kicked a nearby trash can. The broken and dirty test tubes got out of the can and shattered against the floor with loud unpleasant noise.
He scratched hurriedly on some papers:
Trial no. 15
Compound no. 13 didn't work on the laboratory rat, only showed fever symptoms.
He gritted on his teeth after observing what his pen just wrote on the papers. He broke his pen into two halves. He soon started to look around aimlessly. The smell of laboratories didn't feel exotic to him once, he rather loved it. He heaves deep breaths when he enters hospitals, clinics or pharmacies. It makes him feel fresh.
Issac was always surrounded with smells like these anyway. God! How many certificates he has! He was specialised in many fields.
He worked as a clinical pharmacist for a period of time then as a research pharmacist, which was his favourite time of his life until his qualifications became a curse rather than a blessing.
He shook his head at the thoughts as his eyes fell on an issue of Laboratory investigations . He really has been studying and researching for many weeks.
He stood up and started to arrange the papers. He picked a folder and named it Trial no. 15 where he placed the papers he's just scratched on inside. He placed the folder right next to the Trial no. 14 folder. Again, he shook his head. He's running out of time. He put his lab coat away and removed his gloves before stepping out of the lab.
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"I just wanted to thank you for the-" Issac paused a little. His shoulder pressed against his phone so that it's placed on his ears while his busy hands were shuffling through some books. "The laboratory. I don't know what I would have done without you. I-" Damn it! Why is it so hard for him to show gratitude, even if for his best friend?
"Don't worry, man. I just hope you are doing great so far." A genuinely kind voice spoke on the other line.
"I hope so, John" Issac said it more like a begging.
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"Come in, Megan." Sasha opened the door wider.
"I'm in trouble." Megan exhaled deeply as she threw herself on the sofa with a loud thud. "You got some water?"
"What did you do?!!"
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What's up, beauiful people?💜
I got back to writing this story that has been on hold for a year or something.
I tried to make the chapter shorter but I don't know what lengh exactly would satisfy you, I personally prefer short ones.
Just tell me what you like best.
Thank u❤❤
Also, tell me how u feel about this book so far.
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This chapter is dedicated to Marsy__ because god! This girl has been supporting me for like three years or more. God bless you for being such a good writer, reader and -of cousre- friend. All the love💜💜💜
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The Seekers
General FictionMegan, 24, lives with her sick grandmother. She hates rules, structures and obstacles-of any kind- that may block her path of curiosity and exploration. She never asks for help but somehow "help" asked for her.
