Fragile Humans and Coffee
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MAX WAS SHAKING, CONVULSING. He was burning up from within as the unbearable pain made him rock back and forth. He might have been vomiting, but he wasn’t sure. There was a numbness in and around his mouth, making spit trickle down his chin.
Quam was there somewhere but he couldn’t see him—couldn’t see anything more than hazy colour merging.
A new fiery wave washed over him, and this time he heard himself shout, he screamed himself hoarse before the pain finally began to subside. A blurry yellow form hovered by his side.
“Max?” Quam’s voice sounded wrong, too far away too...worried? Max didn’t have the energy to figure out if it was worry he heard. “Max? Do you hear me?”
Of course, I hear you, Max said, but no sound came out of his mouth. He tried a
