Sam gripped the side of the toilet bowl tightly and sighed.
He had no strength left but knew he would have to pry himself from the toilet bowl eventually.
It was the fifth time he had thrown up in the last hour and he needed to try and drink something to stop dehydration.
He was about to stand when another wave hit him.
Vomit rushed up his throat and out his mouth and nose.
Sam gagged and coughed, tears streaming from his eyes.
He sank back against the wall and gave into exhaustion as a single word escaped his lips…
