break between the lines [1/2]
anonymous
May 30 2009, 13:18:47 UTC
While possibly full of fail amongst other things the idea would not leave. Hopefully it isn’t too bad, and anon apologises in advance … not being sick to that extent for the longest time, but writing about it now may lead to inaccuracies? Orz, why am I worrying about that so much?
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He had no idea, really, as to how he managed to make it to the toilet before the bile rose and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. The burning pain in his throat… compared to the rest of his body, it felt real.
Too real, in fact, as he couldn’t even make out his surroundings, nor the cats that had gathered by his feet, pawing at him anxiously. His vision blurred and swam, and he couldn’t move from here; the pain was building in his throat, and no, not yet, he hadn’t stopped throwing up, and even if he had, there was always the chance that it would start all over again.
The problem was he couldn’t even recall ever getting sick in the first place. True, the last few days or so had been completed in a blur, and the pounding in his head had escalated
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break between the lines [2/2]
anonymous
May 30 2009, 13:24:33 UTC
“Stay there. I’ll be back,” Japan said softly. Which was quite an accomplishment, as he was always fairly soft-spoken in the first place; Greece could only wonder why he found the thought as amusing as he did right now.
But then he was alone, and the door creaked somewhere in the distance, as the additional weight on the bed increased when the cats gathered upon him once more… Shakily, he urged them away from his stomach and pillow: had it been any other time, he would have been completely fine with it, but he wasn’t sure he could handle them at the moment. (And that, in itself, worried him.)
Then footsteps, barely perceptible; he strained whatever focus he had left to hear them as Japan returned from wherever he had been; “You should drink this, Greece-san.”
Pulled into a sitting position - slowly, oh so slowly as to prevent any jerky movement - he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders to keep him in place as he was urged to drink; slowly, Greece-san, don’t push yourself… How did this happen anyway? (The last question had been a
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He had no idea, really, as to how he managed to make it to the toilet before the bile rose and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. The burning pain in his throat… compared to the rest of his body, it felt real.
Too real, in fact, as he couldn’t even make out his surroundings, nor the cats that had gathered by his feet, pawing at him anxiously. His vision blurred and swam, and he couldn’t move from here; the pain was building in his throat, and no, not yet, he hadn’t stopped throwing up, and even if he had, there was always the chance that it would start all over again.
The problem was he couldn’t even recall ever getting sick in the first place. True, the last few days or so had been completed in a blur, and the pounding in his head had escalated ( ... )
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But then he was alone, and the door creaked somewhere in the distance, as the additional weight on the bed increased when the cats gathered upon him once more… Shakily, he urged them away from his stomach and pillow: had it been any other time, he would have been completely fine with it, but he wasn’t sure he could handle them at the moment. (And that, in itself, worried him.)
Then footsteps, barely perceptible; he strained whatever focus he had left to hear them as Japan returned from wherever he had been; “You should drink this, Greece-san.”
Pulled into a sitting position - slowly, oh so slowly as to prevent any jerky movement - he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders to keep him in place as he was urged to drink; slowly, Greece-san, don’t push yourself… How did this happen anyway? (The last question had been a ( ... )
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Plus there needs to be waaay more Greece/Japan in this meme
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