Maxixe felt like a horse drawn carriage had rolled over him.
His stomach just kept making funny bubbling noises and he kept passing gas that smelled terrible it didn't matter whether it was a fart or a belch.
The windows were closed so the smell just lingered in the room and made him feel more miserable.
Perspiration ran down his forehead and his hands were clammy until he threw up.
Luckily he felt the sensation just in time to reach for the empty wash bowl.
He brought up the gruel that he had been force fed earlier by both Aiden and Kaoma.
The mere thought of having to eat more of the gruel the next meal time made him wretch in the bowl some more.
Sleep, that's what he told himself he needed, get some rest and he would wake up feeling refreshed later, that was around one in the morning.
By four in the morning, the darkness in the room started to fade but not the dark circle under his reddened eyes that were still wide awake.
