I Have Medicine Novels & Stories

I whispered, lacking the energy to engage in a debate. "Yes. And you should take your medicine now, ma’am. It’s almost past 12 o’clock," she urged, redirecting the conversation towards the pragmatic details of my current reality. The mention of medicine reminded me of the fragility of my condition, the thin thread connecting me to a world where explanations seemed elusive, and the truth remained shrouded in a haze of uncertainty.

And when I realised I was leaning towards him, I move back and cleared my throat awkwardly. “Here’s some aspirin for your head and some water. To help with the headache.” Like he just needed to point that out, I felt the thudding in my skull and winced a little. He gave a small smile as he handed me the pills and water. I took a gulp and the swallowed the pill, my face twisted in disgust. “Not a fan of medicine.” I shook my head. I’ve always been a shot person. I would take ten shots because I agree to one medicine.

She also slips me some painkillers for the pain and my expected migraines. I grimace at the sight. I hate medicine so much, the smell alone is enough to make me sick. But then again I'm too much of a cry baby to take an injection. I have an unhealthy relationship with medications. When all that is done. I'm finally able to get up and I put on my shirt and a small piece of paper falls off for the pockets and lands on the bed. I pick it up and look at the content closely. It's Elias, call me.

Something in me tells me that they are not good for me, maybe it's my gut feeling or whatever you call it, but I have this strong feeling that these medicines are doing bad to me than good. I sigh, placing my feet in my fizzy slippers, I place my cup of cold coffee on the window nook and walk slow steps towards the cabinet, taking out the box from the cabinet, I fumble with the pills in my hand. I am sending daggers at it as if my distasteful gaze is going to make it disappear. But I know I don't have the same luck, somehow whoever I don't take them, Ramon comes to know about it, how I have no idea, one might think even after not being here he some has eyes on me.

I said, glaring at him. “Why are you not taking medicine,” He asked. “I dislike having medicine”, I pout. “I know That is the only reason I asked Amanda to keep eye on you and give you medicines on time” He replied, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. “Now leave me”, I said. “Take your medicine on time,” He said, not losing his grip on me. “It has been a month, I am taking medicine” I complained. “Baby, you need to have medicine on time then only you will get your memories back,” He said.

I sighed, bending to retrieve it, and then I froze. There, half-buried among the scraps, was a small, crumpled medicine packet.My fingers hesitated before curiosity got the better of me. Who would take medicine this early in the morning? was someone at the mansion sick? I picked it up, smoothing the foil to read the label. It was contraceptive pills.

Soon me, just me. I heard my cell phone ringing instead of vibrating, and it took me a long time to answer, thinking it was Colton finding another way to get my attention. When the ringtone insisted, I picked it up, noticing with a certain disappointment that it was just my alarm clock. It was time for my medicine shot. I sighed, opening the bag and filling my hand with the necessary lengths. I stuck it in my mouth and swallowed it. No water, no grimaces, no feeling when the medicines slid hard against my throat. I couldn't even affect myself anymore by the things that would normally affect other people. It was like I was a mere robot.

I can no longer think properly. "It is a big amount indeed. But let's talk about it more at our next meeting. I'm prescribing you some medicine for the time being." The doctor said and scribble down some medicine's name. I thanked him and then left the hospital after buying some medicine. It is already time for my shift to start at a convenience store.

In all the time that I have been here I keep to myself. I just sit and stare at the white walls as I try to fight the strong urge to start screaming and looking around for my medicine. I need it, so much. The memories keep coming all at once and I don't know how to deal with it without my medicine. There's no escape from the horrible memories.

I thought I had closed it; this place never fails to mess with my head. “These are my private chambers…” I coldly snap back. “I didn’t mean upset you.” She steps inside, closing the door behind her. Her eyes then returning to the pills packet in my hand. “I am not upset.” I respond, taking another sip of water and placing the pills in the top drawer of my bedside table. “What are they?” She inquisitively asks and I have to remind myself that she was still young. “Medicine.” “Medicine, what for?”