Bad decision
! Tw for emeto !
He felt so sick. He woke up to the gurgling of his stomach even before his alarm went off. His belly was huge, compared to his thin frame and hurt like crazy. He tried to sooth it with a careful rub but soon had to accept that his belly just wasn't willing to settle. On the contrary he started to feel worse. Still willing to settle this mess he made his way to the bathroom to drown a cap of pepto, the sweet taste made him gag. But he knew he had to keep it down, so he stood there eyes closed, one hand clamped tight over his moth, the other supporting the heavy weight of his belly, desperately trying to breathe through the nausea and pain. He started to regret yesterday's decisions. 2 pizzas and 3 chocolate bars seem to have been too much for his belly. He moaned at the thought of food as his nausea spiked again.
Desperate for relief he lowered himself in front of the toilet and waited for the inevitable. The longer he stared into the water the sicker he felt. Soon enough his mouth flooded with saliva. He spit it out, bracing himself for what's coming one hand still draped loosely over his stomach. It hurt and he felt incredibly sick but nothing was happening. It was frustrating. Ten minutes into the staredown with the toilet water he decided to chug some water in hopes to get things started. The first glass made him gag but still nothing came up. After the second glass he felt like he was about to burst, his belly heavy and sloshing with every desperate breath he took. 'How is it possible that I haven't puked yet?' he thought as he filled the glass for the third time. His hands were shaking with how incredibly sick he felt. Determined to end his misery he put the glass to his lips and started to drink. It was hard, every single sip started a new cramp in his overfull stomach. And halfway through the glass he just couldn't take it anymore, with a pitiful whine he set the glass aside and positioned himself over the toilet again. His belly was big enough to touch the rim of the toilet and felt so heavy that he couldn't even sit up straight. The minutes dragged on and nothing was happening. Frustrated he started to aggressively knead into his belly and finally his body seemed to get the hint. He didn't even have time to reposition himself over the toilet as the water started to make a reappearance. It came up in big waves mixed with yellow and red chunks. 'propably the toppings of my pizzas' the thought burping up another stream. As happy as he was to finally get it out of his system, he needed oxygen and was vomiting so violently that he was scared to pass out. Tears were streaming down his face as two more waves left his body. He was starting to get dizzy as the streams became chunkier. They were getting harder and harder to bring up. Wave after wave fell out of his mouth. And just as he thought he couldn't take it anymore he finally got a moment to breathe. Inhale, exhale, in-brrrruuup a knew wave fell into the soiled toilet.
He won't be leaving the bathroom any time soon.
