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"I don't feel so good," Benji says, staring at the organ on the ground in front of him. There is, of course, no one close enough to hear, but he felt the need to say it out loud.
He starts to leave, but a single step makes his stomach lurch. He doubles over again, heaving, feeling whatever organ is being dispelled this time sliding up his throat, making him gag, into his mouth, and onto the ground. Slick, blackish blood lingers on his tongue.
Benji heads towards the bathroom, wanting to wash out his mouth until he never tastes again.