Romans & histoires Bitter And Bones

Bastion opened the door and lowered his head to walk through keeping his eyes before him. Following behind him, Raven and her mama stole glances at each other in assurance they should continue following him. Neither of them were sure they weren’t being taken to their demises. “Bastion,” Alexandre whimpered, “Where are you taking us?” “Look.” Bastion pointed his long thick finger towards the other side of the room. There. The men that got away that day. Well the skeletons of them. But they had a tether to them. It looked like a spell bag hanging from each of their spines hanging over their rib cages. Bastion said some quiet words and the bones came alive as their spirits filled their dangling

Didi asked me how that happened. But I lied to her saying I accidentally fell on glass shards. She somehow believed me and was forcing me to have painkillers. But I have a problem with taking medicines, I don’t know how to swallow them and also whenever I try to swallow, because of the bitter taste I always puke. So, I always say no to medicines. I can bear any type of physical pain but I can't bear the bitter taste of medicine. I am not afraid of injections but hell I am very afraid of medicines.