The smell of food, any kind of food just made him ten times sicker. Dolemeck could barely walk, much less run as he bolted past Derek with his hand over his mouth. He rushed into the bathroom, unsteady on his feet, and just emptied what little he had into his stomach into. Thankfully nothing ended up in his long hair, but the poor creature was reduce to dry heaves afterwards.
Perhaps it was an oversight on his Parent's part, but Dolemeck never had a flu shot in his life. This meant he was going to be far sicker than Derek could ever get with the flu! Once he finished heaving, Dolemeck flushed the toilet and just laid down on the bathroom floor. the cold tile sort of felt nice, as he was burning up.
"I'm sorry..." he whimpered helplessly.
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