He Tasted His Own Medicine 소설 & 이야기

Before the last ounce of strength left his body, he ordered, "Feed me the medicine now!" I quickly poured the dark liquid into the spoon and emptied the contents into his mouth. He was grimacing as the bitter medicine hit his taste buds. I didn't give him time to protest. I fed him more dark liquid, a total of five spoonfuls. Done, I put the bottle and spoon on the bedside table and looked into his eyes. "Go to sleep," I said. "It tastes... ho...horrible!" he complained bitterly. "I know. But you can't throw up. The medicine is very priceless. You will lessen its effectiveness if you throw up." I warned him. If he only knew what the medicine was made of he would surely puke.

There he goes again—giving me a taste of my own medicine. Cocky bastard. And God help me, I didn’t hate it.

he said, turning his back to me as he walked toward his bed, his voice sounding like a rusted blade. "I find it tragic," I replied, my voice steady despite the hammering of my heart. I walked in, and shut the door behind me with a finality that made the room feel smaller. "Is this what it’s like to be you? To be surrounded by people who would rather ruin themselves than be ignored by you?" I held out the glass before him and he took it with a skeptical glance, but as soon as he tasted the blend, his eyes went wide. It was truly the taste of a memory he enjoyed. In a minute, he had downed the entire glass.

I do, I take small sips. “Good.” He sets the glass down feeding me the pills. I take the first one and wince at how bitter it is. “I’m not a child you know,” I mutter. “I’m more than capable of taking my medicine myself.” His jaw ticks. “Of course you aren’t,” he says. “You’re a grown woman who thought it was wise to jump in front of a knife.” I flinch, he always has a way of hurting me with his words. His eyes narrow on me, and then he does the unexpected. “Sorry.”

“Then drink this. It will help. Don’t act like you’re fine. Even the blind can notice your lie, you know.” He seemed hesitant, but after a half minute, he finally took the medicine. Good to know that he realized his own limit too. “I hate this,” he mumbled. “Hate what? Being sick? Or someone helped you out?” I rolled my eyes. “You are sick, and you know that. We both know that.” I didn’t know his reason for doing that, but I could relate. I was in the same position too. The world pushed me to do everything on my own, to count on no one but myself. I’d done that for years.

Turned out, he'd only fired a pin of the neurotoxin into his chest. Luca said, "Enjoy the taste of your own medicine."

“Oh, you didn’t like the taste of your own medicine?” His eyes flare. “Who? Who was it?” “Did you cry?” I ask him. “What?” “Did you tear up when you felt it?” “No!” he shouts. “But it hurt, didn’t it?” I try not to smile, but it’s really hard. His jaw clenches and he grinds his teeth. “Gosh, I remember the first time I felt it. I almost thought I would die. But not anymore. I’m used to it now. Sucks for you, since you’re not.”

The tonic tasted like bitter cheese and eggs. “It isn’t supposed to taste good,” Vivian chided. “Finish all of it.” “Do I have to?” I pouted. “All of it. Now,” Vivian ordered. I scrunched up my face and choked it down as fast as I could. Vivian passed me a glass of water, and I chugged it. “Why does medicine always taste so bad?” I groaned. Vivian smirked. “If it tasted good, you’d want seconds. Can’t have that.”

But as I took a sip of the bitter liquid, I knew it wasn't working. The medicine hit my tongue like a slap in the face, and I dropped the cup, unable to bear the bitter taste. “If it were up to me, I wouldn't be taking this medicine at all,” I said, my voice full of frustration. “There's no point.” He chuckled, “You are just looking for excuses,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. But then he cupped my face in his hands, his touch soft and gentle. “I love you,” he whispered, and my anger melted away.

I mumbled, my eyes squeezed shut. I felt him place the pills gently in my mouth. "Swallow," he said softly. I gulped the water down, and to my surprise, I didn't taste the bitterness. "Wow, I didn't even taste it!" I exclaimed, opening my eyes in delight. "See? I'm so good at it," he boasted with a grin. "My blueberries?" I asked, stretching my hand out expectantly. "Oh, I'll tell Trevor to get them," he replied, chuckling.