“Drink it,” he asked.
“No,” the man answered.
“Drink it,” he asked again.
“NEVER!” He screamed.
“You’re being ridiculous,” the doctor pointed out. The patient, a grown man of six foot, crouched at the back of the bed, hissing at the doctor.
“No, you’re the one being ridiculous if you think I’m ever drinking that bitter drink again.”
“It will take the pain away.” The doctor bargained. Gushing blood spat from the patient’s leg, staining the white sheets a dark crimson.
“I’m fine,” he answered.
“No one is fine when that much blood is outside of their body.” Looking down at his leg the patient turned even whiter, the world fuzzing as he fell head first into the beds embrace.