Habis Sakit Mulut Terasa Pahit Novels & Stories

“I hear the humans have medication for that. Maybe you could give it a go?” I shouldn’t taunt him, but fuck if it doesn’t feel damn great to do it. My grin doesn’t last long as pain blasts through my jaw, a sick cracking coming from within my bones. Blood fills my mouth at a rapid rate, and I part my lips, letting it dribble out and down my chin. Several molars dance around within my mouth, begging to be shot in his face. And what kind of asshole would I be to deny them?

"Eat it. It's sour and sweet. It tastes very good." As she spoke, she brought the candy to Russell's mouth. Just as Russell was about to say no, it was stuffed into his mouth. It was just as Chelsea had said, sour and sweet. When he had a fever, he was unable to taste anything. However, this kind of sweet and sour taste suddenly mixed in his mouth. It was like the extra color in black and white paintings. It instantly made his mood brighten up a bit. After Russell swallowed it, he remembered a problem. "Did you wash your hands?"

She was quick to offer me a glass of water in hope that it's gonna calm me down and I will no longer say anything to her. I swallowed it. The bitter taste of the medicine made my face to contort in disgust. To drive off the bitter taste of the medicine of my taste bud. She offers a tangerine that I accepted but I only it a piece. My throat still hurts and I am having a hard time swallowing solid food. I just need another flavor in my mouth so I force myself to chew and swallow the piece of tangerine.

I realized I was peeing more than usual and I was producing excess saliva which made me to be spitting from time to time. I had a warm shower and then wore a plain dress. I went down the stairs to get my breakfast. I went back to my room and slowly ate my sandwich. To my surprise, the sandwich did not taste good and it is one of my favorite food. It's probably because of the metallic taste in my mouth. I thought as I forced myself to eat as much as I could. After I was done eating, I felt a little better but was feeling too weak to take my dishes downstairs. I set the dishes on the floor beside my bed and took some painkillers.

“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.

Its voice was rough and hoarse, yet had a strange melody to it. Miranda's lips twitched upwards in a small smile, but the effort felt like a searing burn on the muscles around her mouth. She winced in pain as the ache spread like wildfire, engulfing her entire face. It was as if her muscles had been stretched to their limit, then pulled back and released abruptly, causing an intense throbbing sensation. She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the pain, but it only seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Finally, she opened her mouth to take a deep breath, hoping to relieve the discomfort, but even the simple act of breathing made her wince in agony.

Bakit ang sakit ng ulo ko? Dahandahan akong bumangon habang hinihilot ang aking sentido. "Ayos ka lang?" tanong ni Mama kaya tumango ako. "Masakit lang po ang ulo ko,” mahina kong sabi. "Naku. Baka dahil lagi ka na lang puyat kaya masakit ang ulo mo. Mabuti pa huwag ka nang pumasok— "Hindi po puwede. Kaya ko naman pong pumasok. Ililigo ko lang 'to tapos ayos na ako."

My mouth was tasting bitter, I immediately grabbed my brush and toothpaste, and began brushing my teeth in attempt to get rid of the horrible taste in my mouth. I walked out of the toilet bit by bit like the cautious centipede, after cleaning up. I still felt a little bit weak and tired. I made up my to go over to the clinic tomorrow, it was probably malaria or something. I treaded carefully to the sitting room as a wave of dizziness hit me in a rush, I held on to the plush sofa, walking gently towards it to have a rest. I fought back the tears that was threating to fall. One thing I hated was getting sick and using those bitter drugs, the worst of it was the painful injection.

I take a bite of bread, hoping that will calm my mouth, but every brush of the bread against my gums and tongue is raw and painful, like a sunburn inside my mouth. “Max?” I interrupt his reading. He looks up from his book. “May I have some water please?” “Sure.” He glances over me quickly as he reaches for my cup just inside the cell. He fills it with water, then places the cup back through the bars. “You okay?” I don’t answer as I chug down the water in a slight panic. It doesn’t provide relief, and my mouth tingles as if the burning is shifting to numbness. The tingles travel down my throat, and goosebumps erupt along my arms.

I question. "Oh I still do sis. " she replies placing a hand on my shoulder. "Girl, if you were a college course, even the teacher won't understand the module. " I reply and we both start laughing. "Gabby, I'm scared to ask.. But, do you by any chance know how I can clean my mouth up? " I ask. "It feels like I'm preserving aged cheese in my mouth! " I add. Disgusted with the way my mouth feels.