“Just sit still and take it. Quit being a brat.” Scara barked, taking a hold of your chin and forcing your face back to face him.

He inched the spoonful of medicine to your lips, fully expecting you to just listen and take it.

You, in your ill state, still had the energy to turn your nose up to him, huffing with defiance at every chance at his help. You half-expected anything he did to be some sort of joke, not to much surprise.

“I’m trying to help, idiot. Now open.” He growled.