Time dragged on, the noises down stairs began to change, becoming quieter- people were leaving. I should probably move, I reminded myself. Forcing one foot in front of the another I plodded down to the bathroom, and bent over the sink, splashing cold water in my face.
Warm saliva flooded my mouth, and an awful contracting feeling rose from the pit of my stomach. A strangled sound escaped from my throat, again and again until something rose from the pit of my stomach and a bitter sour taste filled my mouth. I bent over in two and reached for the toilet as the human food came back up again all mushed up and tasting of acid. The series of convulsions went on for a few times, but when it stopped, I felt worse than when I started. My legs shook as I wobbled my way back to my room and collapsed on the bed, curled up in the foetal position, still wearing my day clothes.
Even with my eyes closed and, in the darkness, the room spun around me. Even when I dreamt of nothing and the darkness was absolute, dizziness plagued my mind. I woke up several times during the night, barely conscious, reaching over the bed, just awake enough to aim for the bin that had been placed there since the last time I was conscious, while more of human food was expelled from my body.
And then I slept for over a day. In that time, I welcomed the absolute nothingness, where the pain in my head, the strange feelings in my stomach, and horrible taste in my mouth was pushed far away, until the sensations could no longer be felt. On the second day, I heard Jacob at the door, he was saying something in English, but the sounds merged together, and I couldn't make out the words. A couple of minuets later I hear the door go, and the footsteps as he enters. More words. More incomprehensible sounds. His cool hand on my forehead. The human smells filled my nostrals, and I'm struck with an earning hunger, a violent one that I have to hold down with an iron fist. The hunger mixes with nausea and the effort of restraining myself. The beautiful rich smells and the warm thumping that radiates from every part of him. My stomach revolts again, and im reaching over the bed to the bucket placed there, a find that he's holding it up, ready.
More noise. I think he's asking about a doctor, and I slur in reply "No… you have to leave me… please." I prise open my eyes, that were dry and itching, and see him standing there, with an expression of worry on his face, in a couple of moments, he sighs and leaves. My eye lids fall shut again, and I relax back into the quiet darkness.
The next time I gain clarity, its dusk and my stomach growls angrily. I'm hungry. Hungrier than I've ever been; but my body is heavy and stiff. Though it hurts to move, I knew I could pounce on the next living thing I encountered if I wasn't careful. I'll have to risk the lack of nightfall, I think as I roll of the bed with brittle bones.