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Augustin laid in bed, which was surprisingly comfy for one Otto just made for patients like him. However, no matter what he did, he just couldn’t fall asleep. Not to mention there was a churning sensation in his stomach and a lump was building up in his throat…
Realising what was happening, Augustin shot up and ran straight to Otto’s bathroom, covering his mouth with his right arm. He made it there in time for it to become particularly bad, leaning over the professor’s toilet and clutching it and his chest. However, he yelped a bit when his arm went further than expected on his chest: right, Otto took the opportunity to take Augustin's request of removing his breasts during the surgery. Not that he was ungrateful for it, he just needed to get used to finally not having breasts for once in his life.
At first, he was dry retching until finally he produced something. The vomit was thick in consistency and was a combination of brown and purple. After finishing, Augustin panted, but his face was still pale and his stomach hurt. The bathroom door creaked open, revealing a shorter man with red, curly hair: Otto.
‘The fluids in your body must be activating your defense mechanisms,’ Otto mused, a German accent being present in his words.
‘So that’s what the purple and brown in the vomit is,’ Augustin said, croakily.
‘Yes. They’re the coolant and oil in your body, respectively. Don’t worry, your body will get used to it eventually.’
‘I sure hope so…’
‘Well, so you don’t have to get up every time you get sick,’ Otto said. ‘How about I give you a bucket to have on your bedside table?’.
‘That would be great, thank you,’ Augustin thanked, voice still croaky.