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Unfortunately for Trian, pregnant ditherians don't handle stress well. As the days went on, his health began to deteriorate. Fast. Making the trips to get food became harder and harder for Trian, as his energy declined and he grew weaker. Standing up seemed to be an impossible task now. Getting out of bed may as well have been like climbing a mountain. At first, he left his room for fewer meals, until he found he was only leaving to get breakfast, and that was it. But he grew sicker and sicker until it was all he could to to leave his room and get food from the hotel lobby's vending machines, and he put off doing even that until he couldn't handle the hunger pangs anymore.

Trian's body was having trouble keeping the food down, what little he ate. He often found himself hunched over the toilet, regurgitating the little food he was ingesting, or even just liquids. His body was losing weight at an alarming rate, trying to compensate for the nutrition he wasn't getting. His mental state wasn't any better. The.majority of the time, he was just laying in his bed, crying.