Author: Letting The Rain In
Disclaimer: As always, sadly, I only own the order that the words are written in.
Challenge Phrase: Nausea/ nauseous/ nauseated
Word Count: 100 x 6
Fellow Players: Too many to name, but you know who you are! Also, there's a list. Just in case.
A/N: Happy Birthday Enkidu07! Since there were soooo many lovely words to add into the drabble, I just had to try for as many as possible and I ended up with an actual story. It's written for the special birthday challenge, but I hope everyone enjoys this. Oh, before I forget, Dean Martin inspired the second paragraph with this line: You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.
And beware the naughty words ...
Nausea churns in his belly, sickness rolling through him, leaving him groaning. It's his birthday and for one delirious moment he wonders if he partied too hard, until he opens his eyes and realises he hasn't because his venue of choice wouldn't be some shitty wood on the edge of nowheresville.
He's drugged or poisoned, he can't remember, all he knows is he's lying on the ground, holding on tightly and feeling like he's gonna fall off.
There's something in his side, his fingers brush against it. Pain, white hot and breathtaking, rides a wave of darkness that drowns him.