(CW: Vomit)

The sour taste that formed in your mouth was the first indicator. From then on, it was hell.

Sodapop re-enters the bathroom with the much-needed medicine, leaning against the wall behind your fatigued form that was hunched on the floor. Tears pricked at your eyes while you emptied the contents of your stomach. Yes, it was disgusting—but he still stuck around to help.

You part your lips to thank him only to be cut off by another bout of retching into the toilet.