I stumble down the hall in the dark, trying to maintain silence as I clutch at my abdomen. Getting caught is not an option. The pain is intense, and I briefly stop as the cold sweats wash over me. Broken bones, kidney stones, none of them hurt like this. It takes all my willpower to suck in a breath and not groan out loud, count to three to gather
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Poor Gerald! The heart wants what the stomach can't handle!
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