Blackfeather Woods What's a boy to do.

Damien leaned in to sniff again at the pulp before pulling his head up with a desgusted expression. It was gross, having to eat things that just came out of your sister's mouth, but then again he had done it for months before he could eat meat for himself, except it had been from mother and he was helpless.

"Are you sure this will help?" he asked, considering for real to take the medicine. "Does it have to be this way?" he asked again, hoping that there would be an alternative. His head was still bumping hard, making his eye ache, he needed to do something quick, but he was just too spoiled to do this.