CHAPTER 12
Standing beside him was the young monk, holding a bucket in his hand.
Fred looked at him, then seized by panic he grabbed the bucket and started barfing. Between one conatus and the other, he heard the monk telling him “We had warned you, don’t worry, it’s normal, it will last a while.”
Fred threw up the little stuff he had in his body, then went on until he had nothing left but gastric juices to throw up, and despite this he couldn’t stop. He stayed in that state for at least two or three hours. Eventually, when he had settled down to die with his head stuck in a bucket full of vomit, that uncontrollable urge vanished, leaving him exhausted and in a painful and pitiful state.
“Take and drink it, you need it.” said a monk, giving him a large mug full of water that Fred gulpe
