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Roxas went back to his room and into bed, after changing back into his pajamas. But as soon as he laid down, his stomach lurched. Roxas shot up out of bed and into the bathroom. Breakfast came up a second after he kneeled in front of the toilet.
"Roxas!" Cloud said in alarm, standing in the door way.
Roxas looked up and gave his father a weak smile.
"It's ok dad, I'll be..."
Roxas began to throw up again. When he was done, Roxas laid against the bathtub. Cloud kneeled in front of him and brushed some hair out of his son's face.
"Lets rinse out your mouth and then get you back to bed," Cloud suggested.
Roxas lazily nodded and let Cloud help him up.
"Do you think you can get to your room by yourself?" Cloud asked as Roxas swished the mouthwash around, trying to get the bile taste out.
Roxas nodded before he spit the mouthwash out.
"Ok," said Cloud, "go to your room and I'll be there in a bit."
