Knock Me Out

Chapter 43

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I hate this, I hate this, I hate this.

"Come on Yelle. Swallow it"

I shake my head not being able to swallow the first spoonful Chris gave me.

"Come on babe. It's not that bad"

I point to a cup that's on a table across the room. Chris shakes his head and stands up to go get it.

I spit the pap out in the cup as Chris's face scrunches in disgust.

"That is just gross Yelle. Really?"

"It's really bad. I can't" I say shaking my head.

"OK, how about we do this together? I take one spoonful after you take four. How's that?"

"Really? But..."

"It's that or the mean nurse ties you up"

"I'll try... You first"

I watch Chris as he takes some of the pap on the spoon and puts it into his mouth.

He raises a brow and looks at me like I'm crazy.

"What?"

"Yelle there's nothing wrong with it. It just looks bad, but it has some taste... well it has some salt"

I pout and look at him, then at the bowl and then back.

He holds the spoon in front of my mouth.

"Come on. Think of it as sperm. It's actually disgusting, but salty" he says wiggling with his eyebrows.

I giggle and open my mouth.... swallowing the pap.

I gag.

"Sperm tastes way better. I'd rather have a big bowl of sperm instead of this. I bet that'd heal me quicker"

"You're so nasty. You know that right"

"Well you started it"

I manage to eat the rest of my pap. Chris only took two spoons.

After eating and drinking a lot of water to get the taste out of my mouth, the nurse and mom come back and leave together with Chris.

I'm left alone in the room and I fall asleep, feeling exhausted.

When I wake up, Chris is asleep next to me on the bed with his arms around me.

He's snoring lightly. He's probably tired. He only snores when he hasn't gotten enough rest.

I wonder what time it is. Is it morning, afternoon or evening?

Why isn't there a clock or something else that shows time.

I look around at all the gifts I got.
I can't wait to open them and read each and every note written for me.

I lie quietly staring at the ceiling covered in colourful balloons, before my eyelids fall shut again.

Chris's shifting body awakes me.

"Good morning. Sorry for waking you up" he whispers apologetic.