Vomit
I almost throw up, but as I am about to do so, a voice speaks to me from my exosuit. My illness disappears.
I clamber into the safety of my ship, nauseous, calmed. I feel as if I am going to be sick.
I almost throw up, but as I am about to do so, a voice speaks to me from my exosuit. My illness disappears.
I try to resist, but the bile rises within. As I am about to throw up, a voice speaks to me from my exosuit. My illness disappears.
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