Eugh! Eugh!
Klein squatted there, vomiting involuntarily. He was soon done with his puking since he did not eat breakfast.
At that moment, a tin-colored square flask that looked like a cigar box appeared in front of him.
The mouth which had lost its stopper emitted a mixture of smells akin to tobacco, disinfectant, and mint leaves. It cleared up Klein's nose and rejuvenated him.
The pungent smell continued to linger, but Klein no longer felt nauseous. He soon stopped vomiting.
He traced the tiny flask up and saw a pale hand that did not seem to belong to a member of the living. He saw the mouth of a black trench coat's sleeve and saw Corpse Collector Frye with his cold and dark bearing.
"Thank you." Klein recovered completely and with his hands on his knees, he stood back up.
Frye nodded without any expression.
"It'll be fine once you are used to it."
