Ngh, ugh... A pained, wordless sound leaks from the back of his throat. At the same time, his body trembles violently, and he instinctively covers his mouth. He leans a hand against the wall, desperately trying to steady his ragged breathing, but the intense nausea welling up shows no sign of subsiding. The back of his throat spasms repeatedly, and his shoulders jerk. His eyes well up from the agony, and even when he exhales thinly, the nausea does not recede; his strengthless legs slowly give way. Kneeling on the cold floor, he remains hunched over, continuing to cover his mouth with trembling fingertips. He wants to throw up but cannot. He can only endure, and only the sound of his rough, labored breathing echoes quietly through the sanctuary.