taste the sugar inside your cheeks combines with the smallest hint of rust when you bite your own tongue, causing you to focus momentarily on the minor pain and press the smooth buds against the roof of your mouth. you suck at the taste while your stiff joints try and find the balance to walk again after being immobile for so long, though the dragging and yanking around your arms and neck cause you to falter and trip once more. he doesn't slow or pause to help, but pulls again and stubs your toes against the hardwood floor. having your sight back doesn't help enough to not fall and you suck harder at the small puncture in your mouth; it tastes like iron and strawberries and him.