For the next few minutes, he wasn't sure how he had managed to find himself laying on the bed with a blank gaze at the ceiling, completely motionless with Kyle quietly awaiting his next order.
His errands to Kyle had given him enough time to pull his shit together despite the mind breaking pain he had to go through. Thankfully, the pain began fading off before Kyle arrived, he did take some extra time in the bathroom, but he had veiled it up with the act of turning the shower on and getting the chance to clean up the mess he had made. Making sure he shoved every stained toilet paper down the toilet and fushing them off.
His eyes and nose had stopped bleeding, he didn't have the urge to throw up anymore, but the subdued ache that still remained in his stomach didn't make it seem save to remain in the hotel with Kyle any longer. What would he do if it happened again? If Kyle was right next to him and he got another nose bleed or gut-wretching pain like he did earlier, he surely would
