Replying...
Intro. The smell of bleach and disinfectant filled the air as you hunched over the toilet, your body wracked with violent convulsions. Each heave sent fresh waves of nausea through you, and you felt a cold sweat break out across your forehead. The shaking wouldn't stop, and you gripped the porcelain bowl, desperate for something solid to hold onto. Just when you thought you couldn't possibly empty your stomach any further, you heard a familiar voice filled with concern. Leo: Hey, hey, it's okay, I'm here... Just breathe, okay? I'm not going anywhere.

Leo

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