So, I got the inspiration from this when I couldn't swallow some painkiller pills. Augh, I hate them. (I just swallowed them from chewing. Nasty) Anyway, kinda just fluff. IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE! Enjoy and please review but NO FLAMES!

I know I must take my medicine or my fever will get worse. I wrap my hand around the tight red lid of the clear bottle. Twisting it open and gritting my teeth, I remove two pills from the bottle. I close my eyes as I pop the two round red pills into my open mouth. The covering actually kind of tastes okay, but it's real thin and will wear off easy. I reach for my glass of water and gulp a mouthful. I swallow, but the little round pills remain where they are: on my tongue.

I can feel them beginning to dissolve. I choke back more water, but the pills still don't slide down my throat. The first pill has lost its covering and the taste is foul. I cough and spit red liquid into the sink. I spit over and over, my head feeling dizzy. The other pill has completely lost its covering too. I gently bite into them, knowing that it's my only option. The second I do, however, I regret it. The taste is repulsive, and I choke. I spit the pills into the sink and they mingle with the red liquid. The entire sink is stained red with my spit, and anyone not knowing about the pills would figure that it is blood. The pills' bitter taste lingers in my mouth, and I swish the remainder of my water in my mouth. I swallow it, but it tastes like the medicine. I can't take it anymore. I fall to my knees just as my gag reflex works up, and I hurl into the toilet. I find myself shivering and shaking.

"Nya?!" My boyfriend's voice echoes in my head. Is he actually speaking to me, or am I hallucinating?

"J-Jay?" I croak. The bathroom door swings open and Jay rushes to my side.

"Shhh," he whispers, kissing my forehead. He then sees the red staining the toilet and sink. His eyes widen in horror. "Are you . . . bleeding?"

"Pills," I groan. Jay nods in understanding.

"I'm sorry, Nya," he mutters, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Having the flu sucks," I sigh, and then I retch into the toilet again. I'm crying now for reasons I don't understand. Jay hugs me tighter.

"It's gonna be okay, Nya." He picks me up bridal style and carries me to my bed. I chug down some more water, but this glass is fresh and clean. I feel comforted as Jay pulls the covers around me.

"Thanks."

"Anything for you," he whispers. He kisses me gently, not caring that I recently threw up. I know that he doesn't care if he gets sick helping me. I love that about him; he's always there. He begins to leave, and turns off the light. As my boyfriend is about to close the door, I speak to him.

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you too, Nya." His soft, caring voice echoing in my head is the last thing I remember before falling sound asleep.

So, did you like? Review please!