AN: I hate NyQuil. There is no reason for it to taste so terrible. At least my toxin is flavorless.
SwordStitcher-Would you like to know what she does when watching people get eaten in Jurassic Park? Cackles. CACKLES.
KittyComeHere-How do you think my day was? I'll give you a hint-it wasn't sunshine and screams.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-When your insides are bleeding out, I'll feel sorry for you.
Jasmine Scarthing-Technically, I did stop breathing at one point. It didn't stick.
He watches her with fevered, tired eyes. Without his glasses she's a blur until she gets close enough.
The smell of NyQuil hits him and he grimaces. Other people have gotten used to it, haven taken it from childhood. Granny never bought into 'modern medicine' (the old hag) and his first sample was in college. It was vile then, and it's vile now. Especially the green kind.
"They were out of cherry." Damn. "Come on, drink it down." Does he have to? "The faster you do it, the faster it'll be over."
He takes the cup from her and the thought crosses his mind that it could be poison. Were it anyone else, he wouldn't take it.
God, it tastes awful.
He drops back, coughing thickly, and watches her leave the room. When she comes back, she has the Listerine.
"Here. It'll help the taste."
Not much. Now his mouth tastes like chemicals. But it's better than straight NyQuil.
She rubs his head-only one other person has tried that, and they got a dose of toxin to the face. He didn't feel at all sorry, either.
"Try to get some sleep, love."
"Mm."
He leans into her hand, wondering how long this stuff takes to work. Hopefully not long.
"You'll feel better after a good nights' sleep."
Hopefully, anyway.
"Maybe." She gets up and he wonders where she's going. "Kitty?"
"I'm just going to brush my teeth."
He yawns and pulls the blankets up to his neck. He's starting to feel a little loopy now. At last…a full nights' sleep.
Kitty comes back in, turns off the main lamp and snuggles up against his side.
"You're going to get sick."
"I won't get sick."
Good. He still has chills and she's warm.
"M'kay."
"Sweet dreams, love."
"Mm."
He lets his eyes slip closed. Sleep. At last.
THE END