“Oh, Sweetheart. You’re Just Tired.” A Heard The Soft Tap Of A Metal Tray Being Put Onto The Nightstand,

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re just tired.” A heard the soft tap of a metal tray being put onto the nightstand, and a gentle hand propped their head up. “Here,” their mother whispered as glass pressed against A’s lips. “Drink this.”

They began to drink, but whatever liquid this was was thick, burning. It felt like sludge pushing through their mouth and invading their throat.

Choking, A pushed their mother away, violently retching as they fell to the floor beside the bed. They got out what little of the disgusting liquid was in their body, whirling around with wide eyes.

“What was that!?” they screamed as they scrambled away from their mother on the ground. “What are you trying to feed me!?”

“Oh, dear,” the mom tsked, tilting her head. She was delicately holding a flask with a black substance inside of it. As she walked closer, A struggled to crawl further away. “It’s only medicine.”