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Rico leaned over the sink, vomiting hard. His whole face was flushed red, his body trembling. The harsh sound of his retching echoed through the bathroom as Jeff stood behind him, gently patting his back.
Jeff: "Breathe slowly… it's okay… let it all out."
After what felt like forever, Rico finally slumped down, his energy drained. Jeff helped him to the bed and gently laid him down. He soaked a towel in warm water and carefully wiped the sweat from Rico's body.
Rico's eyes fluttered open. His vision was blurry at first. He stared at the ceiling, confused.
Rico (murmuring): "Where the hell… am I?"
He blinked again, and this time he saw Jeff. Right there beside him. Wiping his body. Holding his hand gently.
Rico's breath hitched. His cheeks, already red from the vomiting, flushed deeper in surprise.
Rico: "…Jeff?"
Jeff noticed his gaze and smiled softly.
Jeff: "Oh… you're awake."
