He Tasted His Own Medicine の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Not for me.” At last he dipped his head and tasted what had been driving her to near insanity. He plundered the sweetness within. No holding back.

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.

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.

She looked at the food she had been eating earlier before Noah came; she had completely lost her appetite. It pained her to waste away all the good food in front of her, especially the meat. She tried tasting it again, just maybe it wouldn't taste as bad, maybe the medicine she drank wouldn't affect how the food tasted. She took a bit and realized the medicine affected exactly how the food tasted. She spat the bit she ate into a piece of tissue paper. She threw it away, wishing she had never drank that horrible medicine before she could finish her breakfast; now everything she ate tasted like the medicine, excluding the milk. While lost in her thoughts, another knock came from the door.

He replied without any hesitation. "Do you take drugs?" "I'm not some fucked up person." My hand gripped the glass tight. This was going over the top. He couldn't make a comment like this and behave like nothing was wrong. I wasn't some fucked up person. I wasn't some fucked up person. I repeated the words, crashed them in my head to remember it and never forget what it meant. I wasn't some fucked up person. Gulping loudly, I brought the glass to my lips and took it in one gulp, not even waiting to savor the taste of it.

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.