Shaking so violently it's hard to stay standing. My head bowed, vomit splattering around my feet. Water running down my skin, the warmth not reaching, I can feel every goose-bump. Grasping the wall for support, I lower myself and sit with the water blinding me, hoping the shaking might stop. It doesn't, it's a cold that makes the bones feel brittle.
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