*Again I don't not own...*
David sat down with a loud thump. He stared directly at Mike,
"Did I just... Did I just..."
Mike started to wring his hands, then ran quickly over to the fridge.
"What did Mr.. Mccoy say about bleach??? Drink.. drink.. Milk... Yeah! That was it, to coat the stomach."
"Mike hurry up, I don't need the Chemistry lesson!!!"
The larger boy grabbed the cold container hastily, then turned, shoes squeaking on the linoleum. David held his throat lightly, afraid that the bleach might have burned a hole in his throat that would collapse if he pushed to hard. Mike almost passed him the milk when he asked,
"Wait a minute, you didn't even taste that it was bleach?"
"No! Now give me that give me that I don't feel like dying any time soon!!!" David replied urgently, reaching for Mikes filled hand.
"David, you should have throw up or something just because of natural reflexes... You don't feel any burning or anything?"
David stopped for a moment lowering his out stretched hand.
"No.. I feel fine."
Mike cocked an eyebrow, then released the Milk onto the table. He tiptoed over to the noisy laundry room, where David's Gram resided. He watch carefully as she poured the glass of liquid into the wash.
"Dammit how did THIS get in here???" She asked angerily pulling out a now, half blue, half white shirt, "The bleach ruined it, I'll have to throw it out..."
Mike went back to the kitchen,
'It WAS bleach...' He concluded silently, still mystified at the fact David was still okay. That he hadn't just sat on the floor and choked. Mike glanced into the kitchen he was now approaching... David still sat at the table, kind of staring into space.
"Dude I'm not sure what's going on, but should we get you to a doctor or something?" Mike asked softly. David got up,
"Was that really bleach?"
Mike nodded.
He thought a moment...
~~~
*Three hours later, in the same household.*
"Okay now this!!!" David laughed grabbing a box marked 'Rat poison', He then tipped it towards his mouth and ate the contents.
"So what does that one taste like?" Mike questioned, looking arcoss the large variety of toxic items they had accumlated. David had decided to try the bleach again a few minutes after encountering it the first time. It still had pretty much no affect on him, so boldly and against Mike's advice, he started trying other things not to be ingested, finding they had the same affect. Nothing. So after a few more consumptions, Mike got into it helping him find cleaners and poisons in the cabinets, seeing how far he could go.
"Nothing like all the others..." David replied, then putting a worried look on his face the replaced the laughter he had just felt.
"What's the matter?" Mike asked crunching into an apple he had previously gotten.
"Well I just can't taste anything.. you think I should try some regular food?" David got up for his bed almost stepping on a box of mothballs on his way out. He made his way onto the Kitchen picking up a box of crackers and returning to the room. Mike gave him a wayward glance,
"What are you doing?"
"Testing something." He responded, picking out a few crackers and shoving them into his mouth. He stood for a few seconds, munching on the snacks in his mouth slowly. He soon spat them on the floor, bewilderment upon his features, "I can't taste anything! I thought it was just those things, but I can't taste food!"
*Read and review*
David sat down with a loud thump. He stared directly at Mike,
"Did I just... Did I just..."
Mike started to wring his hands, then ran quickly over to the fridge.
"What did Mr.. Mccoy say about bleach??? Drink.. drink.. Milk... Yeah! That was it, to coat the stomach."
"Mike hurry up, I don't need the Chemistry lesson!!!"
The larger boy grabbed the cold container hastily, then turned, shoes squeaking on the linoleum. David held his throat lightly, afraid that the bleach might have burned a hole in his throat that would collapse if he pushed to hard. Mike almost passed him the milk when he asked,
"Wait a minute, you didn't even taste that it was bleach?"
"No! Now give me that give me that I don't feel like dying any time soon!!!" David replied urgently, reaching for Mikes filled hand.
"David, you should have throw up or something just because of natural reflexes... You don't feel any burning or anything?"
David stopped for a moment lowering his out stretched hand.
"No.. I feel fine."
Mike cocked an eyebrow, then released the Milk onto the table. He tiptoed over to the noisy laundry room, where David's Gram resided. He watch carefully as she poured the glass of liquid into the wash.
"Dammit how did THIS get in here???" She asked angerily pulling out a now, half blue, half white shirt, "The bleach ruined it, I'll have to throw it out..."
Mike went back to the kitchen,
'It WAS bleach...' He concluded silently, still mystified at the fact David was still okay. That he hadn't just sat on the floor and choked. Mike glanced into the kitchen he was now approaching... David still sat at the table, kind of staring into space.
"Dude I'm not sure what's going on, but should we get you to a doctor or something?" Mike asked softly. David got up,
"Was that really bleach?"
Mike nodded.
He thought a moment...
~~~
*Three hours later, in the same household.*
"Okay now this!!!" David laughed grabbing a box marked 'Rat poison', He then tipped it towards his mouth and ate the contents.
"So what does that one taste like?" Mike questioned, looking arcoss the large variety of toxic items they had accumlated. David had decided to try the bleach again a few minutes after encountering it the first time. It still had pretty much no affect on him, so boldly and against Mike's advice, he started trying other things not to be ingested, finding they had the same affect. Nothing. So after a few more consumptions, Mike got into it helping him find cleaners and poisons in the cabinets, seeing how far he could go.
"Nothing like all the others..." David replied, then putting a worried look on his face the replaced the laughter he had just felt.
"What's the matter?" Mike asked crunching into an apple he had previously gotten.
"Well I just can't taste anything.. you think I should try some regular food?" David got up for his bed almost stepping on a box of mothballs on his way out. He made his way onto the Kitchen picking up a box of crackers and returning to the room. Mike gave him a wayward glance,
"What are you doing?"
"Testing something." He responded, picking out a few crackers and shoving them into his mouth. He stood for a few seconds, munching on the snacks in his mouth slowly. He soon spat them on the floor, bewilderment upon his features, "I can't taste anything! I thought it was just those things, but I can't taste food!"
*Read and review*