"Drink this! Dammit." Ethan pushed the small cup of medicine in my palm again and I scrunched my face in disgust, before I pouted at him.
"I don't want to." I whined, sinking deeper in his navy blue duvet which smelled like chocolates.
That's what I want right now, chocolates.
"You won't get better, if anything, your fever will grow worse." Ethan reasoned, growing frustrated by the second.
"I ain't drinking that medicine or any medicine, do you even know how scary it is swallowing a disgusting, runny medicine, much more a pill? a big ass pill, that I will force down my throat? what if it got stuck in my esophagus and I die of chocking and suffocation? that's so much worse than being admitted to a hospital while they stick some long ass needle on my every nerve and a big ass tube down my throat. So if you're asking me if I'm going to drink that disgusting thing that you humans like to call 'medicine', no. I might as well rot and die." I said in one breath, my voice cracking every now and then. I slumped back on the comforter once I felt the throbbing in my head start again.
"Okay, there's gotta be something that will make you drink this. So what it is? Anything." He asked.
"Just say I'm forgiven and I'll drink that." I said seriously, and he stare back at me.
"Forgive you for what?"
"Oh, c'mon! you're having your man period yesterday and you were avoiding me like a plague and you even made me run after your damn car, your damn car, Ethan! Do you know how much it took me to run alongside your car? I am physically, mentally and emotionally unfit for something like that. But you might as well hand me a lighted torch as I run like Usain Bolt who's joining the fucking Olympics." I ranted hoarsely, because you know, I have a cold and I'm so close to loosing my angelic voice.
Ethan stared at me with amusement filled eyes and a soft smile.
"Have you figure out what you did?" He asked like he's talking to a five year old.
"No." I mutter defeated.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Ethan said, making me snap my head to look at him.
"Then why were you ignoring me? avoiding me? 'seen-zoning' me? not talking to--" He cut off my ranting with a short answer.
"Because, I don't know who else to blame."
"Blame for what?" I asked frustratedly as I leant back on the headboard, crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes.
"For what I'm feeling."
"And what are you feeling?" I asked. He answered me with a shake of his head and a heartwarming smile.
"Oh c'mon! Don't smile at me like that," Because it stirs some weird chemical in my stomach. I added in my mind, but instead of saying that outloud I asked, "What are you feeling?"
"You don't wanna know." He shook his head again, taking my hand and putting the little cup of disgusting thing on my palm.
"Would I ask you if I don't wanna know?"
"I don't even know what I'm feeling, the only thing I knew is that it's not gonna be good and you're the cause."
"So you're mad at me?" I asked, confused.
It's gotta be anger, because what else could he feel towards me? all I ever do is piss him off and annoy him to the ends of the earth.
"No, I'm not, so drink the the medicine." I gawked at him.
Men. So confusing.
"So, you're not going to ignore me again?" I asked, putting the small cup in between my forefinger and thumb, actually considering about drinking the medicine.
