Sicktember Day 10: Medicine/Injection
Word Count: 599
Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl
Rating: K/G
Characters: Black Hayate, Riza Hawkeye
Warning: NA
Summary: Black Hayate does not want to take his medicine.
Notes: This was inspired by trying to get one of my three dogs, Belle, to take her medicine. Pete and Max gobble it up but she spits it out and we have to grab it before the other dogs eat it, and then hide it in something before she'll take it.
Medicine
Hayate looked at the thing that Mistress held out to him. It wasn't the usual Treat. The usual Treat was brown and hard and smelled good. Or it was a stick that smelled like meat. Or it was the stick that smelled like three meats all together. Or sometimes, it was something that smelled like peanut butter.
This Treat didn't smell like any of those. Something about it didn't smell right.
Still, Mistress held it out to him, and he sniffed it. It didn't smell good, and he turned his head away from it, looking at the box of the usual Treats instead.
"No, Hayate. Here. Eat this."
Mistress was calling his attention back to what she had in her hand. She was giving him a command to eat it. Reluctantly he reached out, taking it into his mouth.
He immediately spit it back out.
She reached out and picked it up, holding it out to him again. "Eat it, Hayate."
He sniffed and took it into his mouth again. Then he turned and spit it out.
Mistress sighed. "Hayate. Please, just eat it."
She picked it up and held it out to him. He turned his head away. With a sigh, she closed her hand around it and stood up. Good. Hayate didn't want to eat it anyway.
He watched her as she fixed him his dinner, and his tail wagged. Oh good! He always loved dinner! Soon enough Mistress was sitting his bowl in front of him, and he eagerly dug into it. He ate quickly, as he always did and—
-and there was something in his bowl.
It was the thing. Mistress had put it in his bowl, and he had it in his mouth. He paused in his eating, spit it out beside his bowl, and then went on eating. When he finished, Mistress came to get his bowl, as usual, and sighed when she saw the thing.
Hayate went to go lay down.
A little bit later, Mistress brought him another treat, a rare one! It was meat! Some of her meat! She held it out to him, and he eagerly at it gobbling it up—except for one thing.
That not-Treat. It was there again. He spit it out.
Mistress sighed.
Over the next few days, Mistress tried to give him that not-Treat several times. Hayate always spit it out. Even Colonel and Fuery tried to get him to eat it. Havoc tried to shove it down his throat, and, while Hayate would never bite one of the pack, Havoc came really close to getting bitten.
Finally, though, everyone seemed to give up, which pleased Hayate. He didn't want to eat the not-Treat anyway. Mistress even apologized to him by making him a special Treat. She cut something up, put bits of meat into a bowl, and mixed it up with some peanut butter.
Hayate was very pleased with this and ate it enthusiastically, even if it was a bit crunchy. Mistress seemed pleased as well, and gave him praise for eating all of it, as well as pets. Hayate appreciated this as well. It was nice to see that Mistress realized she was wrong about trying to give him the not-Treat, and he settled in beside her at the end of the day, letting her hand idly pet him.
"I hope it's not this hard to give you your medicine next time," she said. "But at least I know you like this."
Hayate had no idea what she was talking about, but he didn't really care. He was happy and satisfied.