She squeezes her arms tighter around my neck. I look at the glass I placed on the counter, then at the bottle standing next to it. Okay. I have no f*****g idea what to do.
“Listen, mishka, the doctor said you need to drink something. Please don’t make me force you.”
The arms around my neck tighten, then loosen, and I carefully put her down. The girl stands in front of me, clutching the blanket with her hands. Her head is bent down, hair has fallen on either side of her face, hiding it from view.
“Here.” I pass her the glass of water and take the medicine out of my pocket.
The second I place the pills on the counter, the girl abruptly steps back.
“They’re painkillers. Look.” I take two pills from the bottle, throw them into my mouth, and offer one to her.
She stares at the pill
