This was not good.
I didn't know puking usually accompanied fevers.
It doesn't but at the moment it does and it's not just a little act. It's not, it is a full-on charade coupled with the harsh gagging, the pressure in the throat, and my stomach turning upside down in the process.
The first urge came when I drowned down the two little spoons of egg porridge.
"Urk." I gag, slapping a weak hand over my mouth immediately.
"What was that?" Elian turns up, almost springing up halfway from his seat beside my bed. He is poised with bent knees and arms stretched out in front of him with alarm. He almost looks so comical that I have the urge to laugh out loud despite the rush of food coming out of my food pipe. This was not good.
"Mmhm!" I gesture wildly, motioning that something was coming up and that I was gonna throw it all up. Elian's eyes widen in realization as he watches me, waving my arms around wildly.