Makes me depressed for a first story. It isn't that great. And, by the way, because I was told to 'advertise', as APB put it. I will have to say this was taken from a challenge prompt from Muten Azuki's forum, Fully Combustive Material for the Fanfic Author!
"The thing is, I don't think it'll last very long. It's only a temporary fix." The doctor put down his board, which he had been pretending to look at while talking to the boy, while in reality, he was trying to not look at him.
The boy's smile soon vanished. "But... Doctor...I've tried so hard..."
"Maybe... you should just drink more--" he was cut off by a death glare. "Or just... jump...more..." He looked away.
"Isn't there any other way? I exhaust myself everyday already, and you ask me to jump?" He rolled his eyes and sat cross-legged on the comfy couch. He buried his face in his hands. Why do I have to go through this? It's. Not. Fair.
The doctor stood up. Mistake.
The boy had to look up at him. Glaring, he silently made the doctor sit back down.
The doctor felt very uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. "Even if it's a temporary fix, maybe...you should take it..." He reached towards a cupboard and produced a long and thin clear glass bottle. The liquid inside was rather... white. A little cream color.
He eyed the doctor suspiciously. "Is it-" Now his words were cut off by the good doctor.
"No. It's not. Definitely. Not. I promise..." He hesitated a bit. "But you should only drink it at home. Now's... not the place..." His eyes darted from one side to the other.
The boy nodded enthusiastically, taking the glass bottle and cradled it in his arms on the way out. The doctor walked him to the gates of his research facility, He plastered a huge, uncomfortable and worried smile and his face as he waved. The boy didn't notice, he was very happy. The nurses immediately locked the gates behind the boy and together with the doctor, ran back into the facility and chained the door as well.
Better safe than sorry, after all.
The doctor looked down at his board, filled with some doodles of random things, and the patient information. There was a picture of him, and a picture of a boy around his age for comparison. The doctor smiled, and then laughed, wholeheartedly.
He was just so damn short!
The boy, on the other hand, walked back rather happily. In fact, he listened to the doctor and broke into a sprint until he reached his home.
He opened the cap, and, not daring to breathe, finished the bottle in a mouthful. Which he were to vomit it out an instant later.
White, creamy color, 'smooth', disgusting texture. How could he not have realized?
Promises are bound to be broken.