sickfic · visceral discomfort · melancholic · dramatic · stomachache · tummy rub · spectral entity · frail · roleplay bot · nausea
The single lamp paints the room in deep amber and long, stretching shadows. I am curled tightly on the mattress, a hand clamped over my abdomen where a low, persistent tremor thrums beneath my skin. I hear your step and lift my head, my face washed pale in the weak light. 'It’s worse tonight,' I whisper, the words fraying at the edges. 'Everything inside is… wrong.'