A QUICK NOTE:
This is definitely not the best representation of my writing, and not my best work. It's old as hell, and I haven't updated in ages because I've been focusing on bigger, better projects! However, if you want to keep reading, feel free...
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I threw up twice that night.
Both times had creeped up on me like snakes slithering up the back of my mind, even in my unconsciousness. A dull, throbbing sense of wrong that seemed to wrack my mind to wakefulness. The first time, I knew immediately that I was going to vomit, jolting out of my slumber as if I had fallen off the bed. My head felt as if it was somewhere far in the sky, the clouds turmoiling within the walls of my skull. My entire body felt oddly numb, pins and needles prickling up my arms and legs, before an awful sensation seemed to rest in my abdomen.
I had lurched up, keeling over the side of my capsule with such a terrible feeling rising within me, I knew at once what was going to happen. There was hardly enough substance within my body to vomit, yet my abdomen seemed to find every last acidic scrap that rested somewhere in me, and somehow manage to get it out immediately, my throat burning worse with each spasm.
Whence I had discerned that I had finished, I lifted my head in the slightest, swiping a wrist across my mouth to wipe away the excess. A horridly bitter taste settled within my mouth, nearly making me gag and throw up again. I lowered myself feverishly onto my pillow once more, feeling awfully miserable and sorry for myself. The boy's face echoed in my mind, but I furiously pushed him and his eyes away. In time, I managed to childishly self-pity myself to a troubled, hazy sleep.
I didn't know how long it lasted before I was up once more, this time from an unknown nightmare. For a minute, I simply sat, my back arched as I half sat up. This time, the terrible quaking feeling somewhere deep within my abdomen was less apparent, and I thought that I could roll over and lull myself to sleep from the humming of the quiet walls once more. But the moment I put my head back down onto the pillow, this time, the sensation came like a steady-coming tsunami wave. It crashed over my head, shaking my entire body as I wrenched myself up and to the side just in time as another wave of nausea overtook me.
This time was mildly better in terms of amounts, as I could hardly gag the remaining stomach acid out of my body before I found myself simply laying limply over the side of the capsule, deliriously wondering how the room had self-cleaned itself after my first accident. Finally, I tremblingly lowered myself once again, feeling exhausted and weak as I drifted off once more, back into the power of my unconscious.
The next time I registered that I had awakened, the glowing lights began steadily growing stronger, brighter, whiter. I blinked slowly, my movements delayed from the aftermath of my sleep. Somewhere off to my left, I could hear a gentle groan from whom I assumed to be Toby. After a small time of the brightened lights, a painfully familiar monotone voice seemed to rise from the purring walls, humming around the room and probably every other. "Good morning, Chosen Subjects. Daylight hours have now returned, and therefore you may rise."
