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Her gaze shifted from the food on the plate to look at me. "But sometimes bitter taste is needed in life." She looked at me with an intense gaze. "If I'm sick, I have to take medicine to get better, most of the medicine tastes bitter. And over time the bitter taste of the medicine will disappear by itself after I take it." "Wow, what an analogy!" Aubrey smiled at me, I didn't even think Aphrodite would say that. I couldn't guess what was going on in her mind, and I don't think Aubrey must have thought about it either.

A nauseating feeling hits me. I put the slice back into the box and swallow. I hold it back. Hazel quickly hands a glass of water. I take it and drink. “Are you okay?” Her eyes are on me. I smile. “Yeah. It's the pizza, it doesn't taste the same,” Hazel takes a bite and looks at me. “I should take you to see a doctor at this point, Tammy. It tastes just fine.” I push it to her. “I'm not eating that,”

Then the tears would raise their ugly head once more. I got up needing some water, as I sipped it, I struggled to swallow my throat sore and painful as the cooling liquid went down my throat. I looked through the cupboard finding some paracetamol and ibuprofen decided to take a few of them to help numb the pain. Swallowing the pill was another matter it hurt like a bitch, and I felt as if I chocked on it as it went down.

My mother coos as she rubs my back up and down in a soothing motion, her palm gliding up and down as more vomit rushes out, the sick feeeling not disappearing any time soon. "Sabine, are youi okay?" I hear the soft voice of Valeria as she enters the room, her light footsteps following her gracefully. Spitting into the closet bowl as the last vomit rushes out, I get up, feeling a buit better, the sick feelin not reducing in any way though as I rinse my mouth to get rid of the taste of the vomit. Once I was done, I popped three of the sweetened mint in my mouth to clear my breath of the smell as well.

I taste blood where I’ve bitten the inside of my cheek. “It’s all our designs.”

My throat is sore as scratchy as I take sips of the water. “Let me help you up. You need to rest.” I hold up a finger, telling him to stop, and he does. I move to my knees and pull myself up as I flush the toilet and move to the sink. Grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste, I scrub my teeth and tongue as I gag, needing to remove the acid taste in my mouth. Once happy, I look in the mirror and fuck. I look like I’ve been hit by a truck and died and then been dug up. “Urgh, I feel like shit.” I lean against the sink as I exhale loudly as I lean my head back and click my neck.

Mу head hurtѕ, mу elbows are raw, аnd I саn’t mоvе muсh. I moan in pain аnd feel like I’m сhоkіng on something. There’s a rаg ѕtuffеd between mу lips, mаkіng mу tongue fееl giant аѕ іt ѕіlеnсеѕ mе.

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.

The tablet slipped down my throat, leaving a bitter taste in its wake. "What did they just give me?"

Lisa inquired, worriedly. I chewed hard as my taste became bitter.