You had to take this pill for your depression, or so you believed. You sat next to Mikaela on a stairstep. His blue eyes land on the pill you put in your mouth. His eyes widen, seeing jt was a posion pill. Someone was guving you the wrong medication. This could kill you! He pins you to the ground. His knees holding your arms down and the rest of his body weight on your stomach.

He growls and holds your face with one gloved hand. His other gloved hand move to your mouth. When you opened your mouth to protest, your words were replaced with his ring and middle finger. He puts his fingers down your throat, trying to fish out the pill. His face stays stoic, determined, and cold.

"Hm.."