The Other Side of Agony

At some point—minutes or hours later, I genuinely couldn't tell—the burning transformed into nausea so much that I couldn't think past it.

They gave me a basin but there was nothing in my stomach to bring up, just bile and stomach acid that burned my throat on the way out as I coughed forcing it out, as I held on tight to the basin, trying to get my bearing.

"Almost done," Arthur said, and I