He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

“Anyway, make sure to take your medicine at the right time. Not a minute less or more.” I shrugged, a lazy movement of my shoulders. “You’ve told me that several times already.” My gaze drifted to the little pile of pills nesting on the table. Just looking at them made my nose wrinkle. I could still feel their shadow, a bitter film coating my tongue. “You have no sweeter medicine? That one tastes like shit.” My whole body gave an instinctive shudder as the memory of the taste flashed back. It was the reason I was now so into tea. I’d taken the awful pill this morning, and, guess what? Hours later, I could still taste it — a nasty aftertaste that no amount of peppermint tea could completely w

I wаtсhеd wіth dеlіght thе blood streaming dоwn hіѕ fасе, drірріng down оntо the wooden flооr. A hugе smirk spread асrоѕѕ mу fасе. “Good, that’s whаt I was аіmіng for.” Sее hоw hе lіkеd a tаѕtе оf hіѕ own bіttеr medicine

“Didn’t you taste the food before serving it? I should have known you were not a good cook. Instead, you wasted all those condiments for nothing.” His words cut deep. I felt crushed. I'd put in a lot of effort into making the food. How could he say that? Still, I decided to taste it myself. I picked up a different spoon and took a bite. The moment it hit my tongue, I spat it out immediately. I nearly died and came back to life. My face contorted so badly I couldn’t even describe it. I had tasted the food while cooking, so what happened? “Now you see what you served me,” he said coldly. “You can’t even swallow it yourself.”

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,

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.

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?”