Shouta's fine. He's fine. He feels a little shaky, a little bloated, and his jaw aches from how much he's salivating, but he's- fine, other than that. He's not injured, not in any pain, so he can work through these symptoms without much trouble. The pressure in his stomach is manageable. The slight tremor in his limbs can be overwritten with careful movements. The ominous, rising feeling in his throat can be pushed down by swallowing repeatedly, using the excessive amounts of saliva to carry it back where it's supposed to be.

Three separate things. As long as he doesn't put them together, doesn't see the picture they create- it won't happen. He can ignore it. He can push through it until the nausea subsides. Deep breaths in. Slow breaths out. Stand up straight, and endure it until it's over. I'm not sick. I'm - not sick, I can't be.