[user.incognito1234]

Knowing full well the consequences of not eating, I go back to eating the egg. The smell is so sickening, added to the smell of my own puke laying besides me. Bite by bite, I finish of the egg. Swallowing back my nausea Everytime. This was the slowest anybody could eat a boiled egg.

I almost threw up after finishing the egg. But I closed my mouth with my hands and swallowed back. I picked up the rag and started cleaning my puke. Just as it was almost clean, I felt a stabbing pain in my hips. Something was seriously wrong. I stood up half way and couldn't move. The pain made it difficult for me to hold back the nausea, and I threw up the second egg where I had just finished cleaning up