He Tasted His Own Medicine Mga Nobela at Kwento

It tasted worse than it smelled. "Fucking hell!" I grimaced. "What the actual fuck is this?" "The best of medicines always have the worst taste. You may do well to remember that." He shrugged, again not looking away from his book. "Thanks, Einstein." I glared at him. Pinching my nose, I gulped the whole thing. I may have been a dietician, but this was new. As the contents hit my stomach, I felt the need to hurl. Shaking his head with a sigh, he reached for the drawer and took out a bottle of water. He handed it over to me and I drank it in one gulp. Feeling the nausea reduce, I laid back on the bed.

I might be spoiled, but I have some manners. ‘You asked for this,’ my inner voice whispers. I scoff. He’s giving me a taste of my medicine. This, and the fact that he completely scarfed down the terrible meal, is a reminder that no matter how hard I try to throw him off, he never cracks. Well, too bad for him, because that only makes me want to try harder.

Not for the first time, I hated myself for the weakness I showed. The ache in my chest ebbed and flowed, like waves tearing me apart from the inside. *Not here, not now.* But the pain wasn't listening. My wolf howled low and pitifully, the sound ringing in my ears as I fumbled for the flask holding my bitter medicine. I grasped it clumsily, uncapping it with shaking fingers. The scent turned my stomach before I even brought it to my lips. Still, I drank. I swallowed the sharp bitterness that burned my throat and forced it down as if the taste could drown out everything else.

He gags and chokes and holds his chest for relief but it was already in him and he felt like puking it out, "I hope the new doctor makes better medicine, this thing tastes like it was used by the ancestors." He grabs the sheets to wipe his tongue, but he couldn't get the taste out. He had been traumatized. She passes him berries to chew on to get rid of the taste, but he still didn't like how harsh she was, "You could've been nicer you know?" He rolls his eyes in a feminine manner and this makes her smirk, she pulls him too close but his pout turned to a smirk,

"Holy sh*t! What's the smell? It's too bad! What the hell is this color? It's too dark! Geez!" Although he said so, he actually thought that good medicine always tasted bitter. He tried his best to endure the smell. Then he took a cup of that and put it aside to cool. After that, he turned around and put some hot water in the small bag. He felt a sense of accomplishment after doing this, even though it was something that was so simple and common for ordinary people. My god! It's the first time for him to cook in his life! And it's quite a success!

" he added, only to laugh afterward. The anger filled my heart with tears. I grip my hand, stopping the anger to filled to the top. "...how does it feel of getting a taste of your own medicine? Is it sour? Or sweet? Or bitter? Eenie-meenie-miny mo!" Finn laughed hysterically, like a fool dumb man. Or am I the fool?

He punched my shoulder and said, "Ouch, it hurts! Can't you consume it first or even taste it before throwing it away?" "I won't take the chance because I know you taste horrible." I was proud of him and he was just staring at me bored. "You haven't tasted it yet! Maybe I'm ugly but for sure when you taste me first, you will definitely come back." "There won't be anything similar the next time because if I taste you, I'll murder myself."

I let my hand caress the letters on the paper. Then I sit upright on the bed to do as instructed. Medicine is one thing I hate most so I squeeze my face because of the bitterness I have already imagined, only for me to swallow the medicine and notice how sweet they taste. "What?" the shocking word escape from my mouth with a smile, I begin to regret why I had not lick the medicine rather than swallowing them. Thus I quaff. Leaving his chamber in shame seem to be the only choice as I almost spent the whole day in his room waiting for him, yet he wasn't on sight.

“Oh, you didn’t like the taste of your own medicine?” His eyes flare. “Who? Who was it?” “Did you cry?” I ask him. “What?” “Did you tear up when you felt it?” “No!” he shouts. “But it hurt, didn’t it?” I try not to smile, but it’s really hard. His jaw clenches and he grinds his teeth. “Gosh, I remember the first time I felt it. I almost thought I would die. But not anymore. I’m used to it now. Sucks for you, since you’re not.”

It was finally time he had a taste of his own very bitter medicine. I smirked at him and moved even closer towards him. “So how’s that? Do you want to go through that and feel that pain again?”