His face twisted into pain ans he almost fell onto the floor. He had been getting close to the room when the need kicked in. His gut and his head felt like they were filled with acid. His arm shot out and colided loudly with the door, easily audiable from almost any room along that hallway. Mother F- He was cut off by the vomit almost literally shooting from his mouth and splattering on the floor. His body didn't need it very often, but when it did it was disasterous. He stood there for a few minutes, still arched over, one hand on his stomach, the other falling limply towards the floor. When he finally figured the pukeing was over he stood up and wiped some of the bile at the corners of his mouth away with his sleeve.
Ohh god. . . He uttered almost silently as he stumbled back from the pile of vomit and sat down, feeling unable to move. His face was wracked with pain and sadness, that in itself probably only happened along with his little spells.
[[Find him if you want, if not he'll just sleep there for awhile.]]
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