If you don't know who I'm talking about it's Sammy Wilkinson from Magcon
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Sammy's P.O.V.
My eyes shot open and I looked at my alarm clock. 3:57. Why am I up now? Then my stomach started gurgling and I knew exactly why I was up. I used to do this right before I got sick, but I always tried to be in denial.
That was no different from how I was acting now. I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep, but it wasn't working. I tried playing my phone until I could feel my heart rate speeding up. I rolled over until I was completely on my back and started taking deep breaths, hoping for the nausea to go away.
It didn't work and I felt a lump in my throat so I kicked the blankets off as fast as I could. I made a dash for the bathroom. I closed the door so not a lot of sound could be heard and then I bent in front of the open toilet.
I took deep, shaky breaths as I felt the bile rise up my throat. I whimpered a little before I gagged and forced myself up and over the toilet. My heart beat got even faster and I tried deeper breaths. I put my hands on the rim of the toilet, feeling the bile get closer and closer to my mouth.
My heart rate rose to the speed of light and I put my face a few inches closer to the bowl and bile came out of my mouth. I retched and was violently sick for about a minute. Once I was done, I sat back and wiped my mouth with a piece of toilet paper.
"Santa," I heard.
Shit. It's Skylynn.
"No i-its S-Sammy."
"Sammy you're supposed to be in bed."
"So are y-you."
"Are you okay?"
My heart started pounding again and I positioned myself over the bowl.
"G-go a-away Skylynn," I said shakily.
I retched and then everything came out again. I kept retching over and over.
"Sammy," Skylynn screamed.
"I'm alright just g-go get Nash."
I closed my eyes and hovered over the toilet. Soon I heard the door open and I felt Nash's hand on my back. I felt myself tear up a little.
"What made you sick," he asked.
"I don't know," I whimpered.
"Alright, you're alright."
My heart raced and I gagged. I was already over the bowl so I didn't have to move.
"Deep breaths Sammy, deep breaths."
I tried to listen and breath to the deep breaths he was letting out, but it didn't work. I retched really loud and then threw up even more violently than I had earlier.
"You're alright," Nash whispered as he rubbed my back.
We stayed like this for the whole hour I was sick. On Christmas freaking Day.
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