(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "no!" damiano turns his head away to avoid your hand with the pill.

it's 2am, the night of his appendectomy, and he's not having the best time. the anesthesia effects had disappear a couple of hours ago but he's still groggy and in pain now, but refusing to take the painkillers the doctor gave him.

you look at him with the best of your serious faces. "damiano. it's one pill. and it will make you feel better, amore. please."