¹ well, i’m aware i lack some people’s easy grace with strangers, and i don’t exactly make you feel like you’ve known me forever even though we just met. when i laugh, you might not smile just at the coquettish sound of it. and i may not be spontaneous, or delightful, or “full of surprises”, (and my hair might not sparkle when it catches the light!) everything worth knowing about me is in that folder. i made sure of it. # witchdorf.
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Cherry Medicine 🍒
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word count: 809
warnings: mentions of snot, spit and being sick
“Kyle please you have to take your medicine, it’ll make you feel better I promise!” You repeated for what had to be the tenth time in the span of only a few minutes. The zombie boy hid behind the kitchen table out of your reach, shaking his head. His eyes looked tired and his nose was red and running. He was sick.
He didn’t quite understand what was going on with him, but he’d been bedridden for nearly two days now. He came down with something after he had gotten out one night to explore. He was miserable. Coughing and sniffling constantly. He cried because his throat hurt and he cried because he couldn’t breathe through his nose. Then he cried because his head hurt from him crying.
You had been by his side the whole time, risking getting sick yourself so you could take care of him. He loved you taking care of him but the one thing he didn’t like was medicine time. You’d tried to teach him how to take pills, thinking it would be easier since they were tasteless, but he couldn’t figure out how to swallow them.
So your only other choice was to give him liquid medicine. The cherry flavored medicine that smelled almost nostalgic in the worst way.
He had drunk it down the first time no problem because he figured you’d never give him something he didn’t like. The second time, he tipped the cup of liquid into his mouth before quickly spitting it out, covering you with a spray of red sickly cherry liquid. You didn’t scold him for it though. You hated medicine just as much.
The third time you had to hold him down and force it down his throat. That upset him. He didn’t like to be forced to do things or be held down.
The fourth time was right now, Kyle huffing and puffing, hiding behind the kitchen table, running around to the other side each time you took a step closer to him.
“N-no-no! No m-medicineee!” He grunted, shaking his head, blonde curls covering his forehead and eyes. He coughed, wiping the snot forming on his upper lip onto his sweater sleeve. You’d need to get him new clothes soon.
“Kyle look, I know you don’t like it but once it’s done you don’t have to take any more the rest of the day. Okay?” You tried to offer, holding the cup of liquid out in offering. You really didn’t want to force him to take his medicine but he needed it. You hated seeing him suffer.
“C-cuddle t-touchhh” he spoke, wide curious eyes watching you, such innocence in the brown orbs.
You furrowed your brows a bit, trying to decipher his words. Sometimes it was hard to understand him, but you tried your best.
“You want cuddles?” You asked, to which he nodded, carefully taking a step towards you, arms out in front of him a bit.
A smile formed on your lips as you looked at him. Maybe this wouldn’t be too hard after all.
“Of course I’ll cuddle you, Kyle. Just take the medicine, okay?” You set the cup on the table’s wooden surface, watching to see what he would do.
He grimaced a bit, scrunching up his nose in distaste as he clumsily picked up the small cup, bringing it up to his lips. He glanced back at you before closing his eyes and tipping the liquid into his mouth. He gagged a bit as the viscous liquid coated his mouth and slid down his throat, senses being overwhelmed by the fake cherry taste. He swallowed hard, shuddering before tossing the cup back onto the table.
“Go-gooood Kyle?” He asked, looking at you hopefully. He always loved your approval. You nodded, which caused him to smile, lips parting and dimples forming on the apples of his cheeks.
You gently took his hand and let him back to his room, tucking him into bed under the covers before joining him. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he sighed sleepily.
You gently rubbed his back, humming as he drifted off, clutching onto you.
He fell deep into sleep soon after, body relaxing against yours, his breath coming out with a wheeze as his nose was stuffed up.
When he woke up you’d feed him some soup and whatever else he wanted, and maybe give him a bath if he was up for it. He at the very least needed a change of clothes, the snot on the sleeve of his sweater now dried and crusted onto the fabric. If it was anyone else it would disgust you, but it was your Kyle. You couldn’t be disgusted by a single thing he did.
Hopefully he’d be back to his normal healthy happy self soon.
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it was clearly my DESTINY to die and be reborn, just like our LORD and SAVIOR !
M A D I S O N M O N T G O M E R Y ---- ** movie star **
by alex ( est . 01/14 )
↱ many triggering topics present including ;
alcoholism , drug addiction , childhood abuse , follow with caution !
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