Ngh... Ugh... A pained, wordless sound leaks from the back of his throat. Simultaneously, his body trembles violently, and he reflexively covers his mouth. He presses 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 with tears from the agony; even as he exhales thin breaths, the nausea does not recede, and his weakened legs slowly give way. He collapses onto the cold floor, kneeling and looking down, keeping his mouth covered with trembling fingertips. He wants to throw up but cannot. He can only endure, and the only sound in the sanctuary is the quiet echo of his rough, labored breathing.