“C’mon, c’mon…”
>This had no right being so difficult.
>You held the brown, glass bottle tight in one hand, and again tried to unseal your vitamins.
>You tried pinching your fingers on the tiny strip, only to miss.
>Not even your fingernails could grip it.
>The little drops of sweat on your fingertips made it even slipperier.
>Should’ve grabbed a knife from the get-go.
>Zoroark gasped.
>”Medicine!?” She exclaimed.
>She crossed the kitchen like lightning.
>”What, oh, n-“
>Before you grabbed the knife, she roughly slapped her furry gray palm on your forehead.
>”Are you sick?”
>Had you actually been sick, the jolt might have knocked you loopy.
>Her scarlet claws curled into your hair and temples, gripping your head with unnecessary strength.
>Stray locks of fuzz tickled your eyes.
>You held still, letting her take your temperature.
>…
>Did she even know your normal temperature?
>She’s sharp, but taking your temperature with hairy hands seemed difficult.
>Unable to feel anything amiss, but still grasping your face, she leaned close to sniff everything she could.
>As she moved to your armpit, you remembered you certainly weren’t sick.
>Fascinating as it was to see her dote on you, you were obligated to reassure your closest friend.
“Ah! Jeez, no, I’m not sick, they’re vitamins.” You declared.
>Prying her claws off your forehead was enough to stop your mate.
>”Vitamins?” She asked.
>Slinking past you, Zoroark swiped the coffee-colored bottle and jingled the contents.
“Yeah, they actually help you stay healthy.” You added. “Friend recommended I take these.”
>She turned the bottle around in her hands.
>”A… B… K… E…”
>Beyond the single big letters, she couldn’t read the complex words.
>The picture of the man and the arcanine eating them on the back told her what she needed to know.
“A multivitamin. That means it’s got a bunch together.”
>Despite squinting, she couldn’t make out much on the inside.
>Zoroark jammed her thumb claw into the seal, easily piercing the foil.