Vol 1 - Scene 2: Vestibular
Hoàng doesn't find any enjoyment in suffering.
The though of human suffering leave a bad taste in his mouth.
Heart pounding in the ears.
He open his eyes, one at a time, then closes both.
There it goes again. Stomach acid rumbling waiting to blow - nausea, the ceiling is spinning left to right and in reverses with heavy eyes - vertigo.
He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the nausea.
Motion sickness - he's lying still but he felt like the whole bed is running back and forth.
*No good... I'm gonna chug...*
Swallow the stomach acid that's about to escape, despite the wobbling feet, he manage to get to the toilet in time.
"@#$%&!...ugh...@#$%&&&..."
*Must have been the tea. I'm sure of it.*
Yesterday, he drank a total of 1.6 liters of green tea through out the day without realizing that it will neutralize all the iron from the food which made his body struggling to create flesh red blood cell so it's only natural that he get less oxygen to the brain.
*Note to self, never drink more than 1 liter of tea in one day.*
Lying flat on the bed and felling rather cold even with bunch of winter sheet on. He would probably stay home for two days just to recover from this.
Being tall does not help at all in this situation, need more food and water to maintain and shambling every time you walk from bed to table is the norm.
If he had three wishes for the lamp genie right now he would wished he had a body that never have to deal with this kind of sickness or every other kind of sickness for that matter ever again.
Nothing showed up as expected, Hoang only sigh and craw out of bed on to the ground...
***
The disappointment of the human angel is on par with every time she roll for gacha.
Every of her human subject in every world thus far seems to have a unable to resist nausea dizziness from low blood flow to the brain one way or another.
She had tried to over come this ailment in her time as a human but not successful every time she had to exert her A.T field power.
Should he be at more suffering, she might intervene a bit and awaken his A.T field power but that would almost certainly led him to a life of even more suffering. He would have to find his own way to over come this small disturbance...
"Wait... is he doing what I think he did?"
***
*One, two, three, 4, 5, six,...*
He dropped on the knee, trying to regain posture. He's doing push-up. Normally he could do 20 no sweat. He do small work out every time he felt his mind is wandering and not focus on work.
*common, seven... 8, 9, 10...elevent...*
He remember lots of conversation with his dad about his work-out a few years ago.
*All of your ailments come from you not working out at all, walk 10 kilometres when you feel sick, you will get better!*
His vision twirl around as if he him self a fiddle. Punch the ground to stand back up, he drop back to the bed, sweating beads on his forehead, he felt cold, grab the bottle of water he always have on the side of the bed. Drink some of the cool water before mumbling.
"I need something to eat soon. And it's has to be something other than instance noodle..."
He missed the days he was sick and he was taken care of by parents and grandparents. Carefree was him, no more.
Muster some strength he have left, he cook instance noodle with some Green Mustard leaf, he like Mustard, the Wasabi one not the yellow Mustard of Westerner, too sour sometimes.
The instance noodle has some flavor with a meager "meat" sauce pack, a salt pack and a dry vegetable pack. He put the dry vegetable pack away for later use and boil some water with a pot.
The urge of falling on his back increase as he waited for water to boiled. Just as he is about to snap. He felt a warm feeling in his head and every thing seems to be flowing right again.
He was not of his own at that time. He was looking at the sun from the moon...
"Huh...from the moon?"
He touch the ground of under his ass, cold but he knew it could be colder. He is still him self, pajamas, glasses still on.
He doesn't have to look for it. There it is, floating in mid space following a huge nuclear ball just hot enough to make life possible.
Earth was as blue as he think it was, it was gray on some part and some patch of green here and there.
*Was the earth supposed to have that much water?*
He looked for Asia, then for Vietnam.
*Where is it? The south region, the middle region and half of north region of Vietnam is submerge in water, sea water! Ice cap?*
He leer for the south pole, but it's far too wide for him to search for it.
*This must be an illusion of some sort, there is no way I'm on the moon and still survive with out a suit*
He punch him self in the face. It hurts.
His vision flickers like a bad tv.
The pot is boiling. He stand up rush to shut it off.
He's back!
Was he day dreaming?
He pull his finger in making a fist and release it.
-Slap-
"Oww... that hurts"
Nothing happens.
*Good, it's not permanent, thank dad.*
He did not feel sick anymore, that's good news. He knew working out was a good way to chase away sickness.
He drop down and do 10 more squats before start eating.
***
He was on the moon! And not just any normal moon, he was at that world moon as a certain character spawn point. This's certainly a development, I wonder if he's gay? He doesn't show interest in me the last time. Huh, ironic.