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𝟎𝟒𝟗 ── run from mr aizawa 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐳𝐮𝐳𝐮_𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐳
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TW: description of throwing up
I STUMBLED BACK into my new dorm room in the dead of night through the window, the quiet replaced only by the soft poof of air as my clone disappeared into nothing. The door shut behind me with a dull thud, but the sound echoed like a gunshot in my spinning head. My vision swam in and out of focus, and I had to lean against the walls just to stay upright. Each step forward felt heavier than the last as I used the cold, flat surface beneath my fingers to guide myself toward the bathroom attached to the room.
The dim light I flicked on buzzed faintly overhead, making my temples throb even more. I hunched over the first thing within reach — the sink — gripping the sides with trembling hands. My stomach twisted violently. I gagged once, then again, and the tight knot in my throat finally gave way. A harsh cough escaped me before I started to vomit, my body jerking forward uncontrollably. There wasn't much — barely anything, really — but a thin trail of blood laced the bile, dripping from my mouth in thick, red strands. The bitter, metallic taste clung to my tongue.
The burning sensation crawled up my throat like fire as I felt myself wanting to cry. I could hardly breathe through it, my lungs straining for air between the spasms. When it finally stopped, I stayed hunched over, .gripping the edge of the sink with shakey hands. Slowly, with one hand, I wiped my mouth and chin, smearing the blood across my skin. My other hand fumbled to turn the sink on. The water roared out of the faucet, sounding far louder than it should've, and I watched in silence as the crimson swirled away down the drain. For a second, I thought I might vomit again, but my stomach had nothing left to give.
When I turned off the sink, the screech of metal grinding against metal made my teeth clench. My knees gave out a moment later, and I sank to the floor with a quiet thump, the bathroom spinning slightly around me. It was hot. Way too hot. The kind of heat that clung to your skin and made it hard to breathe.
I gritted my teeth and pulled off the heavier layer I'd been wearing, letting it fall in a heap beside me. The tank top underneath was soaked through with sweat. I tilted my head and pressed my forehead against the tile wall. It was cold. It helped. Barely.
