He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

He stepped into my life at its darkest, like a stream of sunlight, chasing away the pain and lighting up everything. But now, as I looked at his cold expression, I sank to my knees in humiliation and licked the spilled medicine off the floor. The carpet scraped against my tongue, and Samuel's mocking gaze scraped against my heart. He let go of the vial. It clattered across the floor and rolled to the side. I scrambled over and picked it up, clutching it close. There was still a bit of the medicine left inside. I tucked it against my chest like it was something precious.

She dribbled anti-inflammatory on it, then took out the clean bandage and wrapped it around. After everything was done, she clapped her hands and whispered, "Mr. King, how do you feel now?" "Very well." Mr. King opened his lips, and a husky voice followed. He smacked his lips and suddenly felt the bitter taste of medicine in his mouth. Last night, in his stupor, he had actually felt someone administer medicine to him. But at the time, he was distracted, and the medicine was not supposed to be fed, so how could it?

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.

I said as I saw him giving a full blown grin which made me giddy. I slowly took the medicine as he passed them to me. As I took them and put them in my mouth, I cringed at the taste of it. I drank the water along with the medicine. He chuckled at the look in my face. I knew he had questions. And for the first time, I had answers.

he said, and took the medicine on the table. What? He wanted me to be grateful because he had forced himself on me? Why was he always so full of himself? But when he put the tablet in his mouth and took a sip of the water, I knew what he wanted to do. I was not going to give him that chance again. I hurriedly took another tablet and threw it into my mouth. Then, I took the glass of milk and downed it. Dave looked at me in confusion before he drank more water. “That was cool!“ He said and tried to pinch my cheeks. “It is only that you forced me to eat the medicine with you. Anyway, I don't mind it.“

He ordered, as he walked out of the room whistling. Cullen was playing his game so well, that I was intrigued. He was good at it, and I doubted I was even a worthy match. I exhaled sharply, and brought out my meds. The bloody doctor was right, I had to take them. I grunted painfully, and placed them in my mouth. I needed Lance, and that I wasn't finding so hard to hide anymore.

After putting his desired quantity of the substance into the pot, I watched him stir it for some time until it missed blended well with the water and became smooth. After bringing the pot down, he dished it out on the plate and put it on a plastic tray carrying it to the dinning table, and I followed behind. After eating he did the dishes and when I volunteered to help him, he begged me to not to and I just sat quietly watching him. Then we retired to the room after everything in the kitchen were arranged. I drank a Malaria drug the doctor which had treated me earlier had prescribed including other pain relief medicine. I hated drinking medicine more than anything, but I was grown up now and

I also learned that just because I know it doesn’t mean I am perfect at it, looking at my blistered hands from pounding leaves into paste and trying to start a fire, but thankfully after hours of trial and error I got the fire started, I probably should've waited till when the materials were dry. I noted that fact for later. Now to feed my maggot. I opened his mouth and places the medicine there, his expression crumpled and he spat the medicine out. I laughed hes so cute, he doesn’t like bitter things, noted I shoveled a handful of medicine in my mouth decided to take matters into my own hand. I used my hand to open his mouth and placed our lips together, using my tongue to shovel the medici

He pours the content into a small stainless cup before handing me the tonic. I down it all in one careful gulp. A little bit was enough, was what the theta had said. The content tasted… weird? It simply had no taste but was kind of slimy. I made a face at the feeling as it went down my throat before handing him back the cup. Soon after, I start to feel a lot better, the medicine working like a charm.

Francis held its hair and pinned it down to the ground where the drug fell a while ago. ''Have the taste of your own medicine.'' With that, the man lost his consciousness.