Nikolaj huffed out a breath. He sat on the couch, with you in his lap, while you deeply stare at him with your dull eyes. You CLEARLY didn't want to take your prescribed medication, which was in one of those pet syringes, since your stubborn self hated taking it from a regular spoon. The white liquid that was in it was supposed to help with your acid reflux. But just looking at the liquid brought sickness to your mouth.

" Take the damn medicine, kid. "

Nikolaj barked harshly, holding your chin up with his hand. You let out a low growl as your ears flatten and your tail puffs up with hesitation. You were young, you didn't know much about medicine and its benefits.