Nit could not even reach out for the items given so generously to them from how ill they felt at the moment. Stupid insecurity. Clasping their aching stomach tightly, they remained curled on the floor, the aftereffects of nausea kicking in. The whole room was twirling, flinging oblivious patrons about without getting a single reaction to it. Nit was the only one who felt it, who experienced it. Who knew they could get so sick just from insecurity?<br/><br/>Suddenly, Nit flicked their head up, their tummy sloshing and gurgling. Again, the bitter taste of their eccentric vomit stinged their gullet as more green blobs poured out of their retching mouth. They were trepidating at this point, not wanting to vomit anymore. In an attempt to combat their weakness, Nit carefully rose to their feet, still holding their belly. They pretended to ignore the vomit until the smell became so unbearable that it was an obligation at this point. Using the water and paper towels, looking sickened and disgusted, Nit began cleaning their mess, having to kneel back down on their stomach again. It took a while, but eventually only the smell remained.<br/><br/>Finally, after finishing, Nit was able to leave. Vomit-stained paper towels clutched in a tight fist and water bottle in another, they began staggering back to their seat, which was unfortunately pretty far off. They looked grumpy the whole way through for obvious reasons. When they reached their seat, they wished to slowly plop down onto the seat, even if it strained their stomach to do so. They did not want to worry Axe the way she privately did, after all. It seemed cruel to do the antithesis. However, for most of their remaining time there, Nit kept their head down, their sloshing tummy getting the best of them.<br/><br/>Stupid insecurity.