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As the drugs started to wear off, I realized that my mouth was unusually parched with a soreness that I can't describe. My lips were dry, and there was a tinny taste in my mouth that I could not place. Blood, it tasted like blood. I opened my mouth to lick my lips, and something wasn't registering in my mind. Something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then I realized I couldn't feel my tongue.

Kaidon pulled back, a faint smirk playing on his lips now, “It’s antiseptic ointment, genius. It’s supposed to be bitter. It means it’s working. Just bear with it, stop acting like a baby.” “A baby?!” I protested, my voice indignant, “You try having this disgusting taste in your mouth! It’s awful!” He just shrugged, already reaching to apply more to my lower lip. The bitterness was overwhelming, a cloying, unpleasant sensation that lingered. An impulsive, slightly deranged thought sparked in my mind, fueled by the lingering shock and the strange mix of emotions swirling within me. I wanted to prove to him just how bad it was. I wanted him to taste it.

Merrigold smiled caressing his jaw and the little goatee on his chin. "Yes, it's awful." She replied thoughtfully. "I hardly do any physical work but I'm having back pain. I might have a fever or so. I can't keep any food in, I do not have appetite for anything except... watermelons. I hated the smell of cigarettes but now, i hate it even more than I used to. It makes me so sick, I always almost throw up." "I reckon it must be hatred for him." "Very true, plus I always feel so tired and fatigued. I want to get better already. I'm tired of being sick."

“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?

With a grimace I place the toothbrush in my mouth and brush my teeth as quickly as I can. Even after being in here for four years I still can't stand the toothpaste. It's supposed to be healthy because it contains baking soda. They definitely tried to cover the amount of salt with the barest hint of mint. The first couple of months I spent using it I almost threw up from the overwhelming taste of salt. Now that I have been here for so long it is just another part of the day that I hate.

"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.

I try to smile the sharp pain in my mouth prevents me. "Let's go home" * * Don't forget to comment and vote guys!

I try to take a deep breath, but my lungs don’t want to cooperate. What’s happening to me? Right then, I suddenly sense a taste in my mouth. The taste is bitter and it is strange because I just finished drinking apple juice and the juice wasn’t bitter at all. “Daisy,” Gigi’s hand is on my arm now. “You are not looking okay. You are pale. What’s wrong?” “I… I don’t know,” I stutter, my voice sounding slurry and strange even to my own ears.