LVII
When he woke up, Luigi was not feeling good.
He rushed to the toilet and puked for a few minutes, with painful spasms that made him collapse on the ground, with the head leaning on the sink.
There was absolute silence around him, so probably he was home alone.
“Maa…rio!”, he tried to say, between a gagging and another.
“Maah… rio!”, he repeated, without getting any answer.
The pain to his abdominals and the headache that was starting to pulsate, they made Luigi feel shredded.
The spasms weren’t going away and, with them, the complete feeling discomfort for the situation that was created.
“Maah… rio! Help me! I’m… siii…ck!”
Luigi realized that all his efforts would have been pointless, that they would have only made worse his health condition.
When the impulse of vomiting end
