Adam Douglas imagines

Medication

I headed down the hall of the house we were staying in for the next few days while this drug trial was run, I walked down the hall and popped my head in Y/n's room. She was in my classes so we knew each other very well often studying and hanging out, we both heard about the trial so signed up and both got picked out. I took my pills at breakfast and had been bored ever since so I went to bug her. But when I poked my head through the door I saw her lying on the bed just staring at the ceiling, 

"Uhhh hi, Y/n,"

"Hi," She waved, "...person,"

"It's Adam, y/n."

"Ohh hello Adam," 

"what uhh... whatcha doing?" 

"layin'. lookin'. considerin'" 

"Cool," I nodded as I headed into the room and sat on her bed with her, "What are you looking at?"

"ceiling."

"...right, you uhh you feeling okay?" 

"Fine..."

"I uhh I take it the medication is kicked in,"

"Mhm,"

"Hu... it's strange given I feel totally fine,"

"You're on sugar,"

"What?"

"To keep the control of the experiment one person a day is given a sugar pill, not the medication,"

"How... do you know that?"

"I watched the doctor's assistant put the pills out and one person gets a pill from a different pot every day, so either one person is on a sugar pill and everyone else is medicated or one person is medicated and everyone else is on sugar pills,"

"Interesting, that would make a lot of sense actually," I nodded, "So how are you feeling being medicated?"

"I am a cloud,"

"You're on a cloud?"

"I am. The cloud."

"Are you now?" I chuckled, "You are a very cute little cloud," 

"You're a cute little waffle,"

"I'm a waffle am I?"

"Mhm, waffle boy." she giggled, pulling me to lie down with her I chuckled a little, "Waffle," she booped my nose with her finger, 

"Yes okay I'm a waffle," I chuckled, "if that makes you a happy little cloud,"

"No."

"No?"

"No cloud, Now I shall be syrup," she laughed before she laid herself on top of me, 

"Okay," I laughed, "you be the syrup on my waffle," 

"Mhm," she nodded nuzzling close to my chest, 

"What's going on here then?" The doctor running the trial spoke up from the door, 

"Hey, uhhh whatever dose she's on. I think it needs to be lowered." I told him, 

"Could be right," He nodded, "bring her down to the office," he said before he heard away, 

I nodded and tried to get up but she wouldn't move, so I picked her up to carry her, "Come on syrup, waffles gonna take you to see the doctor"

"Okay..." She sighed nuzzling my neck,

"Come on then, down we go little syrup," I chuckled carrying her downstairs,