He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

she said and bowed. I took the Medicine and surveyed its appearance. I guess it wouldn't hurt that much if I throw it off right? I opened the bottle and took two tablets before I drank it together with the glass of water. "Bitter medicines taste like the loathsome reality," I whispered and shook my head in disappointment. "Your wound is a bothersome yet you didn't want to take pills to recover, are you having a nuts inside your head?" he asked with a problematic look on his face.

I could not think of a torture more wicked. Before I changed my mind, I walked over to my bed. Sleeping, he looked peaceful. In that moment, he looked more like Theo than ever before. When I doused the medicine on his tongue, he frowned at the bitterness and clamped his mouth shut. I laughed to myself, surprised at the sound of any form of joy emanating from an interaction with him. But it was too funny. Even the god of war does not like the taste of bitterness upon his tongue.

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.

But tonight, I had given him a taste of his own medicine. And judging by the rage that had twisted his face as he left, it burned him more than he would ever admit.

I was on the borderline of going overdrive, with so little food in my system, I couldn't tell which was in worse agony among my mental health and my physical health. "Come here," The voice grunted, and I blindly swung again. "Ow, Fuck! Why would you do that? " He cried once more; this time, it was in more agony than the last time. I nodded in satisfaction Great, have a taste of your own medicine. Delicious, isn't it? But just as I was reeling in my victory I felt a sack come over my entire body, I thrashed against it, but I was no match for the strong arms that enveloped me and hurled me across his shoulder.

“The kind that doesn’t have a taste or smell.” He looked at me seriously. “Do you know who could have given it to you?” My face drew into blankness. I shook my head. “No… no one gave it to me,” I stuttered without thought, and the doctor frowned. “Then did you perhaps take it yourself?” he asked critically. I was quick to shake my head violently in denial. “No! Why would I give it to myself knowing it could hurt me? I didn’t—I did not!” I kept repeating it.

He sneered lowly as he removed meds for me and gave it to me to use. “Now jealousy looks good on you darling.” I told him as I swallowed the drug. He gave me one look that made me laugh so hard. When he started to sit down, I gingerly tasted the food hoping that he would not notice it because I did not want him to feel bad after the efforts he's put into making it. “You don't like it?” He asked me as soon as the flavour hit my tongue and spread.

It wasn't a cure but it would allow me to sleep through the worst of the attacks. Reid poured the green liquid into a small cup and held it to my lips. "Drink," he ordered. I obeyed, gulping down the bitter medicine. The stuff tasted like dirt mixed with rotten berries. Reid held the cup to my lips. "Drink it all." "This is getting worse," Reid said, setting the empty cup on the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed. "You can't keep going like this, Gray." "Don't... have much... choice," I managed to say as the medicine began to make my tongue feel thick.

So, I had to do it. I took two pills and swallowed them, making sure to wash them down with a sip of water. But man, that bitter taste... it hit my tongue like a punch and made me feel like I was about to throw up. Ugh! The bitter taste of the medicine was just too much for me to handle. So I did what I had to do - I took another sip of water and let it wash away the bitterness.

“It will help your stomach.” My heart started pounding. Instead of me giving him the potion, he was giving me medicine. I took the glass with shaking fingers and brought it to my lips. I forced myself to look calm. I forced myself to breathe slowly. Lucien watched me closely. I took a small sip and let the liquid touch my tongue. It tasted bitter. I swallowed nothing. “Oh,” I said softly while lowering the glass. “That tastes… strong.” Lucien frowned. “It always does.” I nodded and lifted the glass again.