I'm afraid I have no excuse whatsoever for the relative tastelessness of this drabble. It's not as bad as it seems, you just need to read through to the end.
"Come on," I coaxed, "swallow it. It can't possibly be that bad."
"I absolutely will not. It is too degrading." Holmes glared up at me.
"Please don't think of it that way!" I urged him. "Go on. You'll barely even taste it, trust me."
"You wouldn't know."
"Actually, I would. If you recall, I -"
"No, no, I remember, you don't have to draw me a picture."
He sat there sulking as I waited with studied patience.
"Fine," he finally groused, and drank down the teaspoon of medicine which I had been bothering him about for the past ten minutes.