I still felt nauseous even after puking my guts out, nothing digested since the evening before. I hastily wiped my wet mouth before stepping out of the bathroom. The room was empty, I didn't find Ale in the bed when I woke up due to severe ache in my stomach. I had ran to the bathroom with a hand on my mouth, as the nausea clawed at my throat, and even though I tried to force down the bile, but it was too late, last night's partially digested meal came out splattering just as I kneeled down in front of of the toilet.
I felt weak, I couldn't even stand properly as I swayed at my place. My throat felt sore. I sank down to my knees on the carpeted floor, as tears trickled down my cheeks. There was no-one to fetch me a glass of water, and I couldn't even move to go call for someone. I began
