He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

“Not necessary? Girl, don’t you ‘manage’ me. I’ve seen mange on a stray that looked healthier than you. One sip, or I’ll pour it down your throat myself and call it medicine. Now.” I sigh, defeated but fond, and lift the mug. The first swallow hits me as bitter as wormwood, coating my tongue in earthy tang that makes my eyes water. I squeeze my face up, nose wrinkling, throat working to force it down. “Ugh. It tastes horrible.”

he said, ignoring me or my antics. When I heard him saying I will continue being his patient, I hurried up and drank the mixture. Although it hurts down my throat but anything that will make my body healed to be able to stand and claim what was rightfully mine then I am ready. After drinking the mixture, my face changed due to the bitterness. When the physician was through with examining my body, he left. It was just me and the instruments for treating patients. I mean, I was alone in the ward, looking around. Feeling a little lonely yet satisfied that I had finally gotten rid of that bitch.

Her actions made him feel bad. Theodore felt resigned as he said, "Be good. Drink this, and you'll have a good night's sleep." Willow murmured, "It's bitter." The remedy was bitter? The hangover remedy made by the Bassett family's cook usually tasted fine. Puzzled, Theodore tasted it himself. Although the remedy tasted fine, it had a slightly medicinal flavor to it but wasn't overly bitter.

Observing the milk candy within Julia's grasp, he couldn't help but feel somewhat superfluous. "Hmph! Do you believe I'm a toddler?" Shiloh refocused his gaze, slightly flustered. "I just think the medicine isn't too hot. I'll have it at room temperature; it's not steaming anymore." With his words spoken, Shiloh lifted his head and proceeded to drink the medicine, a series of gulps echoing as he swallowed the concoction. His brow furrowed more intensely with each gulp, the bitterness twisting within his stomach and inducing a sense of queasiness.

I was now brave , l stabbed the piece and put it in my mouth then looked back at him. "Fuck you".It was the only word in my head. I kept looking at him as l chewed my Dr Tracy's liver. He noted my challenge. The grin was already gone. It was replaced by an attentive stare , studying me carefully. The gummy texture of flesh made me want to vomit everything right back on the plate. As sad as it was , the meat tasted sweet , my doctor's liver was yummy.

When the liquid touched my tongue, my head jerked away from the bowl and let out noises of disgust. “What in the bloody hell is that?!” I gagged at the aftertaste it left in my mouth. “Medicine to ease the soreness of your body. Drink it while it’s hot. It will only become more bitter when it turns cold.” He said as he shrugged and went outside. I glared at the bowl in my hands before pinching my nose and downed the medicine. Disgusting shit.

He mumbled as i opened my eyes taking the glass he held in his hand and quickly swallowing them. "Ugh that's bad" I cringed at the taste of the medicine forcing myself to swallow it down. Who knows what it was, all I knew I was in no fit state to not take it. "Yeah it fucking stinks" He shook his head while he smelled the bottle of liquid on his hand. "Could you not speak?" I asked taking my hand up to my head, it felt as if in a minute it would just open and his voice was especially loud and annoying.

It gave me a small sense of satisfaction that he was paying for his mistake. I refilled the spoon and brought it to his lips again, but he turned his head. “Ugh, it tastes like shit,” he complained. “Stop being a baby and take your medicine.” “I’m not being a baby,” he said quite forcefully. I remembered him telling me his brothers teased him and called him baby. Oh well, if the shoe fits. “You are being a baby. Now open wide.” He swatted the spoon away from me, spilling it on the bedcovers.

Why did medicine have to taste like the evils of humanity combined? Raphael held a cup of water for me, and as I drank from it, the terrible taste of the drug was replaced by the sour taste of my mouth. Another wave of fatigue hit me, and I let out a tiny yawn. My vision turned blurry, and I began to slip out of reality.

I hated medicine, always had, but this particular concoction was especially vile. Even as a child, I struggled to swallow bitter medication, but this is the most disgusting medicine I have ever tasted. Despite my efforts, the bitter aftertaste still lingered, making me cringe, and almost puking. Harleen chuckled, handing me a piece of candy. “Here, this will help with the aftertaste,” she said, her eyes filled with sympathy. “I didn’t know you hated medicine so much.” She said, sounding sympathetic. I took the candy, popping it into my mouth. The sweetness helped to counteract the bitterness of the medicine, but my face remained scrunched up in distaste. It may have helped to alleviate the b