I Have Medicine Novels & Stories

He put the cellphone on my bed side table. After a while he hugged me. "Are you feeling better now?" I nodded on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and let go of the hug. He groped my forehead and neck again. This is how I feel when I get sick, I only lose one sleep. I don't take medicine or anything. Because I'm afraid of medicine. Because I don't know how to swallow. I'm afraid my esophagus might get blocked. If they give me medicine, I crush it until it becomes a fine powder. Then I will put water in it and I will make him drink.

I am not used to people seeing me in this state. "W-what the hell are you doing here?!" I asked and couldn't think straight, "Get out and leave me alone!" I said and kept finding some medicine in the cabinet beside the bed but there was nothing. Where the hell did my meds go?! I'm sure I put it here. "What are you finding?" he asked in a sweet mellow voice and walked towards me. "Don't go near me!" I said and started crying more, "I told you to get out!"

She rushed to his side and hugged him. “What’s wrong with you?” She asked her heart thumping loudly. “Get my meds… they’re in the bathroom cabinet” he groaned. Myra rushed to the bathroom and got all the medicine out. “Which one is it?” She asked but Cody opened some of them and swallowed without water ignoring her question. After taking the medications he lay on the floor and Myra stood there not knowing what to do.

I just want to sleep then sleep and sleep again until I reach my limit but these guys won't allow me to do that. "I already prepared your medicine, make sure to take it." Renz said as I slowly opened my eyes and lamely looked at him. He was standing near my night table preparing and giving all the prescription and medicine that I have to take. It's more than 4 medicines that I need to take at once. "Why do I need to take that, if I'll just die?" I asked emotionless, he smiled in my direction but I can't reply to the kind of smiling he's giving.

That’s when I see something familiar lying on the floor near my bed. An open empty pill bottle. The very one that is supposed to hold my medication. And in that second, all the blood drains from my face.

A massive piece. And everyone seemed to know what it was except me. My gaze drifted toward the drawer beside my bed. Slowly, I reached for it. Inside was the medication Dr. Harrison had given me for the headaches. I picked up the container. My fingers traced the plain surface. No elaborate label. No explanation.Just pills I had been taking whenever the pain became unbearable. Whenever my mind wandered somewhere it wasn't supposed to go. Whenever I tried too hard to remember. I frowned. Why did I need medication simply because I tried to remember my own life?

I turn back to go meet the doctor for the medications as a fresh idea makes its way into my head. My heart swells at the new opportunity, and I grin widely in excitement.

When she saw me bringing back more supplies, she grew mad at me. "Sweetheart, you need to tell me what's going on!" "Mom, please! We don't have much time left! I'll explain everything to you once Emmett comes back, okay?" I ran out of the villa once again, my mother's confused questions ringing out in the background. After all, I still had something vital that I had yet to buy, which was medicine. I bought a ton of medicine, including flu and cold medicine, anti-inflammation medicine, painkillers, digestive medicine, and alcohol wipes. I even included vitamins and a variety of supplements in my shopping cart.

After throwing few clothes here and there I find a black loose jeans and a white t shirt written am hot on it with bold letters and take a brown leather jacket on because am feeling quiet cold because of fever. I walk out of my condo taking my apartment keys making sure and wallet as medical store is within few minutes walk from my home. I hit the ground floor button in lift and let it carry me down to the ground floor. “Hi can I have a sheet of ibuprofen please”, I request the store keeper who is leaning on the counter and talking on phone. “Coming”, he tells getting up to grab the medicine I requested.

It read: "Go grocery shopping for unavailable items in the house. I'll deal with you if these items are not home by the time I get back from work" I sighed and searched for money or a credit card on the table. But she didn't leave any for me. How am I supposed to pay for these items? I screamed and walked away to my room feeling broken. I looked at the makeup items lying on my sofa. I started applying the foundation and at the same time, releasing a tear. Do you even understand my pain? I mean this is not a life!!! Yes, the scar was gone and that alone made me smile. I went on to apply nude lipstick since it matched my skin color. I had a caramel complexion but, on my back, it was a blend of