Tainted Spirits - [Ghost Plate]

Chapter 8 - Sick Boy

{Trigger Warning}
•Implications of suicide
•Talks of suicidal intentions
•Minor description of gore
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After finally acquiring a suit, Rody and Alice bid Asher goodbye as they started to head back to the bistro. Rody held on to the nicely packaged suit, feeling guilty for not actually buying it. It felt more of a pity gift if anything, or perhaps the owner was just ashamed of seeing a poor dog in his very high class store and simply gave it to him in order to leave faster. He glanced towards Alice, seeing her humming as she walked beside him. A small fraction of him couldn't help but wonder why this woman would help a pathetic man like himself. She came from a wealthy family, but had a heart of gold who worked as a waitress of all things.

As the two had finally reached the bistro, they were happy to find that everything was ready for the long day. Alice quickly ushered Rody into the bathroom, wanting him to put the suit on before it was time to open. Rody let out a heavy sigh as he placed the packaged suit aside, staring into the mirror. His hands gripped the sides on the sink as he stared at his reflection, slightly wincing. His hair was disheveled as he gently touched his face, feeling the slight stubble that was there. He remembered what Nicole had told him a while ago about shaving, but he brushed off the comment. Now he wished that he could shave. He looked like a wreck, as though he just washed up onto shore one day.

Shaking his head, Rody slowly started to remove his clothes one by one. He watched them get discarded onto the floor, slightly feeling as though he was them. He looked at himself in the mirror once more, seeing he was only in his boxers as he took in his body. His muscles and slight tummy pouch had changed drastically, to the point he almost forgot he had a bit of a tummy pouch. He had lost a significant amount of weight as his once tanned body had become pale, making him feel a bit unrecognizable. With shaky hands, Rody ran them across his body, feeling his bones through his flesh. He could feel his rib cage, which caused him to stiffen up a bit. He felt sick to his stomach. Turning on the faucet, Rody splashed cold water onto his face. He did this for a minute or two, before he stared into the mirror as he breathed heavily.

He felt his body start to become off balance, with his head feeling heavy and felt himself become dizzy. His body slowly started to ooze with sweat as he looked around, not being able to make out anything. Everything felt and looked like a blur, with each time he made a movement, he felt his body giving up. He immediately clinged onto the sink, feeling like he was being phased through the floor. He could feel his legs ready to give out once he let go. He wanted to sit, but held onto the sink for dear life. Rody felt his ear start to ring as he heard himself start to breathe heavily, almost as if he was about to pass out, or worse.. die. Rody felt his insides churn, slowly starting to feel sick and overwhelmed by how he felt.

He shakily let go of the sink, immediately fumbling about as he slammed hard onto one of the stall doors. He quickly opened it and as soon as he stepped inside, he landed face first onto the floor, groaning at the impact. He felt his heart start racing as his breathing started to become rapid and out of rhythm. Rody laid on the floor, feeling as though his body was being forcefully pushed on the cold tiles whenever he tried to move. Mustering up what little strength he had, Rody turned so he was on his back, staring up at the ceiling as the room kept spinning.

Rody just lied there as though he was a corpse. He could feel the sweat on his body start to form around his figure as though he was laying in a rain puddle. He breathed in and out of his mouth, trying to find rhythm in his breathing. He watched as the room slowly stopped spinning as the ringing in his ear started to die down. He took a moment to close his eyes, concentrating on his breathing as he felt his body start to calm down. Gingerly opening his eyes, Rody slowly sat up and leaned against the wall as he pushed back his messy hair, tying it into a mini ponytail. Looking down, Rody saw his figure glistening with sweat, making him slightly grossed out.