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Xisuma was hunched over a bucket. Why does this keep happening? Why can't he just be normal? Xisuma spitted his saliva out of his mouth for sitting down on the ground. His whole body was shaking and it felt like he was going to vomit, except he just couldn’t. He had tried everything, but it was just stuck in his throat and he felt like he was going to die. Xisuma sighed and contemplated for a second. Maybe if he could just throw up it would all be better... However the last time he tried to force himself to vomit, all that came out was bile and it didn’t even help either.
"Xisuma?" Xisuma groaned as Grian walked into his base, looking worriedly at the admin. "Oh, X... Are you ill? What's going on... You don't feel hot." Grian rested his hand on Xisuma's forehead, trying to get a vague sense of his temperature. But Xisuma didn’t feel like he was running a fever or something.
"I'm not ill." This had been Xisuma's state for a while now. He had experienced random waves of nausea for a whole year now, but for two or three months, it was getting worse. He kept waking up in the middle of the night by the severity of his nausea and he rapidly started losing weight. "I'm just nauseous."
"But why?" Xisuma shrugged. He didn’t even know why. He had already gone and looked in his code, but nothing was internally wrong. Xisuma felt another wave of nausea hit and he clung to the bucket, his knuckles whitening by the amount of pressure they were under. Xisuma coughed, more saliva dripping down his mouth and chin. He felt so bad. Grian looked apologetically at the admin before kneeling down beside him. "I think you need to go lay in bed."
"But-"
"No buts Xisuma! Sleep!" Xisuma huffed as he got up, using the wall and Grian to steady his body. He walked to his bed, letting himself fall down and be caught by the pillows and blankets.
"I still feel terrible."
"I know... I'm sorry." Xisuma wished there was something that could help him feel better, but instead he just had to deal with it. He had some theories as to where this came from. The most plausible was just his body still not working to its fullest in the overworld and now it's projecting that by making him constantly nauseous... But whatever it was, it wasn't fun.
Xisuma curled himself up in a ball, clamping to his stomach in a pathetic attempt to keep things inside. He burped. Xisuma sat up straight in an instant, hand in front of his mouth. Bile was burning against his cold skin, ruining the sleeve of the sweater he was wearing. Xisuma looked around and threw up in the first best thing he could find. This time that meant a chest.
Xisuma felt tears well up in his eyes. His breathing had gone over to hyperventilating and he just didn’t want this anymore. He didn’t want to live like this anymore. His stomach twisted and he lowered his head again.
"Oh, X... I'm so sorry..." Grian patted his back. "How long has this been happening?"
"A while..." Grian shook his head.
"You should have asked for help..." Xisuma sat down and finally took deep breaths in and out. He had stopped shaking and he knew that the empty feeling after throwing up would be gone soon again, but until then he enjoyed it. "All done?" Xisuma nodded and let himself get helped up by Grian who supported him back to bed.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that."
"Don't be sorry, silly... This isn’t your fault." Grian rolled his eyes at the admin. "Now, go lay down and try to sleep, okay? I'll clean up the mess."
"No- No you don't have to. It's gross and-"
"Hush. It's going to be okay, okay? Just sleep." Xisuma hummed and turned around. It still wasn’t the best night of sleep, but it could have been a lot worse. And it may have helped a certain avian joined him, wrapping his wings around him and fell asleep right beside him.