Never again
Tala was laying on his bed feeling relaxed and serene. He wasn't quite awake yet. He didn't want to wake up just yet. His red hair was mess against the white pillow under his head. Tala tried to chace after the warm feeling but something stopped him doing so. It was a godawful sound that made him feel sick. Feeling his insides twist nastily, Tala rose as quickly as he could hand over his mouth and darted for the bathroom.
"Out of my way", Tala managed to say and pushed Bryan aside from the toilet bowl just in time. Next thing he knew was awful taste of multicoloured yawn. Shaking and trembling he sat on the bathroom floor and wiped his mouth with his hand. He should have known better. A new wave of sickness rushed through him and there he was again, hugging the toiletbowl. Feeling ever more weak, Tala laid himself on the bathroom floor. The cool floor felt so good against clammy, burning skin.
Bryan moaned and darted for the toiletbowl. Tala squeezed his eyes shut and tried his damnest to ignore the foul sounds of Bryan speaking Norwegian into pot. The smell and sounds made his guts turn around. Tala was sure he was going to die. But as soon as yet another wave of sickness rushed through him, he started to fear he might not die after all.
Bryan was laying on the floor now too. He was all sweaty and looked feverish. Tala watched his friend with pity. Bryan was only nineteen but his hair had already turned gray as if he was way over in his sixties or seventies. Tala was sure that Bryan's premature achromotrichia was due to horrors they had to go through in the Abbey.
"Never again", Bryan mumbled against the floor. His eyes slid shut and he started breath heavily. Bryan looked a lot younger when he slept. Barely sixteen.
Maybe, thought Tala as his vision started to blur, I could close my eyes. Just for a minute. What Tala didn't know as he drifted into sleep was that his minute would several hours. And that he would wake up aching and cold.