Habis Sakit Mulut Terasa Pahit の小説・ストーリー

Bile bubbles in my throat. “ You can heal on your own. It will only take a night. ” He tells me, his voice too close to my ear, distracting me, making me dizzy and needy. I run my tongue across my dry lips before opening my mouth and closing it around the bleeding bite mark on his wrist. It tastes horrible at first, but then, it tastes like his lips. Addictive, soothing. I try to make myself think like that but it only works temporarily before I am repulsed by the metallic taste in my mouth again.

I just put it in my mouth and waited for the pain to go away. The blurry images suddenly stopped appearing. "What's happening to me? Oh, god! Why does it hurt so bad?!”

"The ones who can endure bitterness are the strong ones." Mr. Ziegler fumed. "You child, why are your words so full of wisdom?" "Actually, this medicine doesn't have to be bitter. I was afraid you wouldn't like it to be sweet, so I purposely made it bitter." Mr. Ziegler was stunned. "Why didn't you make it sweet?!" His reaction was quite like a petulant child, making Yaslyn suppress a smile. "That's because when I examined you, I found two cavities."

“Did you not eat at all today?” “No, I didn’t,” I admit. “I just… it’s been a very busy day.” I take another bite, thinking that maybe it’s just my tastebuds that are acting up. But I’m still getting a note of bitterness that I really can’t shake off even when I drink some water. In fact, the more I eat, the more bitter it gets. With my mouth burning with the taste, I finally get up. “I think I just feel bad today. I’m just going to go to the bedroom and rest. Enjoy the dinner.”

The pressure on my stomach was intense, and the relentless heartburn felt like a fiery serpent coiling in my chest. I reached into my purse and found a mint sweet, a small relief that helped soothe the symptoms. As the cool mint flavor spread in my mouth, I felt a slight reprieve. The sweetness mingled with the refreshing mint, momentarily distracting me from the discomfort. I leaned back in my chair, savoring the fleeting relief.

“Shush. You don’t know this, but our saliva has healing properties. I’m making sure you don’t get an infection.” Mabel blinked, confusion written all over her face. I grimaced slightly. Her scent—sweet, like summer fruit—made me think she might taste the same. But the bitterness was sharp. “Why does it taste like this?” I muttered. “I... I put herbal paste on it,” she mumbled, her face flushed, barely above a whisper. Her embarrassment made me pause. Something wasn’t right. I touched her forehead—cool, no fever. But she was still acting like she might burn up at any second.

The feeling of déjà vu twisted in my chest, strong and insistent but the feelings vanished as quickly as it came. “My mouth tastes so bitter. What have I been taking?” I winced as I smacked my dry lips together. She stood up and helped me into a sitting position before handing me a cup of water. My lips latched onto the straw, drinking greedily and trying to wash away the bitter taste and moisten my parched mouth and dry throat. “Your tongue feels better because your mother has been feeding you herbs to help you heal.”

She was so cold. She tasted dust in her mouth, felt dry on her lips. She tried to swallow, but her tongue stuck to the inside of her mouth. It took several painful swallows before saliva eased the clogged feeling in her throat. But she paid for it with an ache in her cheeks, like someone was squeezing her saliva glands between their fingers. The sharp, bitter taste of soot or burned oil that she expected wasn't there. Nor was there the sour, metallic taste of blood. It was just dirt.