Ruby and Will

“Drink it.” He said, but he sounded so far away. “It will save you.” I knew I was dying then, and I didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved. He pushed his wrist to my lips and my mouth opened unwillingly, and sipped; I was paralysed.
It tasted like sugar; hot liquid sugar, but it burned my oesophagus like vodka. The aftertaste was like sunshine; if sunshine had a taste. It was like a day at the beach, salt water, crisp wind, and fish. It was easy to swallow; like water, and I felt like I was on the beach.