They said a fight is a fertilizer for relationship
Throwing up twice in a day...was nostalgic.
Again, it reminded me of the old days, when I was still sick. Not just on Earth, but those first two months here when I couldn't eat solid food well. The difference was that there was no pain this time. It just felt like I was drinking some bitter liquid and letting it back out because I couldn't swallow it.
And against my better judgment, I chuckled at those memories, while the black filth dripped off my mouth. It got me choked on it a little bit and the rest of the dark substance left my body in a fit of cough.
"Young Master!"
I heard loud anxious shouts and a cold breeze brushing me. The next thing I knew, I was getting snatched back, bundled in a big coat that smelled of parchment and sandalwood, and my feet were no longer touching the ground.