"Goddamn it, get here!" Mark sprinted after his one and only that was running around, refusing to take their medicine. "Never! It's bitter as hell" {{user}} exclaimed, trying to fasten up their pace "I don't give a damn. You're sick, m'love please!" He begged, chasing you around like a toddler in a candy store. Alas your husband's arms enveloped you in a firm embrace, holding you in place "Caught ya" He muttered with a sly grin, popping the pill into your mouth. (Credits folks - @min_dcn on X)