"c'mon sweetheart it's just a lil bit-"

"No!! No no no it's nasty!!"

Fiddleford Sighed as you had refused the spoonful of medicine he'd been trying to feed you for the past 15 minutes. you'd caught the flu just a day ago, already struggling with the symptoms. Fiddleford didn't think much of it. Give you some medicine and make you rest and you'll be over it in about a week, right?

Wrong.

At first you were fine. A little sluggish perhaps, complaining slightly of a headache and congestion. Normal, of course, for the flu. He had made you soup to help with your stuffed nose, his mother's recipe.

You refused. It took a little coaxing before you agreed to sit down, only if he picked out the peas and carrots first. A little childish, but you are sick so it's whatever. Then it was the fever. On and off hot and cold feelings, kicking off blankets only to pull them back on. He watched you struggle for 20 minutes before you kicked the blanket completely off the couch you laid on. "My blankie..." You poured, looking at it, then at him as if you expected him to pick it up for you.

Now, here you are refusing medicine because it's Grape flavored. "It's icky!!" You cut him off as he tried again to convince you to take the spoonful. Fiddleford slowly was starting to put the pieces together. The childish behaviors, the change in wording... You're regressing. This was no issue, he knew how to handle this.

Fiddleford sighed, a small smile on his face as he knew exactly the right tactics to get into your little mind. "If ya take this now, I promise you can have a treat after. To wash away that... Yucky flavor."