Prisoners Of War Chapter 33

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I groaned waking up as the buzzer rang throughout the hallway, as once again I was forced to face the reality I was now apart of. I sat up rubbing my face as Davis jumped off of his bed and walked over to the toilet.I stretched out and winced as pain shot through my stomach. I let out another groan letting myself fall back holding my stomach. "You sick O'Reily?" He asked as he turned around, flushing the toilet with his foot.I sighed, sitting back up. "I don't know."He laughed, pulling his uniform off of the bedpost and getting dressed. "Well don't puke on me." He took out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one which I waved away, and then left the cell still laughing.I tried to stand up, with much trouble...my legs felt like rubber as I was hit with a wave of nausea. I held my stomach and jumped to the toilet, throwing up what little was left inside me.I coughed and spit, turning and leaning against the wall as I tried to catch my breath. I wiped some sweat off of my forehead watching prisoners pass me by on the way to breakfast.I let out a laugh knowing that this was yet another meal that I would be skipping, and standing up again I was hit with another wave of nausea, and spent a few minutes gagging above the toilet, but didn't throw up.I was thankful, but figured that it was because I had nothing in there to throw up. I crawled over to the bed, my stomach still cramping more then it ever had in my life. My mind swam with only one thought-heroin, but I knew that I shouldn't do if I was sick.So I lay there, staring at the top bed. To my dismay as the hours passed I just kept feeling worse and worse. I tried to sleep, but couldn't...and was glad it was Saturday and I wouldn't have to work, because there would be no way I would be able to.I ignored the lunch buzz when it rang out, still tossing and turning in agony...my hand seemed to constantly be in my pocket fingering the small folded up piece of paper where my salvation may lay, the craving getting worse and worse.I jolted up with a gag some time later rolling over to the toilet. I dry heaved for a few minutes and couldn't help but feel a little lucky that I hadn't eaten or I would have had to clean off my bed.I leaned back against the wall when the feeling past wiping yet another wave of sweat off my body. "What's wrong with you?" I looked up to see McKensie coming in the cell and after looking over my bed sat down."I think I'm sick." I said softly.He looked me up and down. "When was the last time you..." He arched his eyes faking a sniff off his hand.I thought for a minute. "Last night. When I woke up feeling sick I didn't think I should take it...you know since I'm sick or whatever." I rubbed my head, unable to think clearly.He chuckled taking out a packet from his sock and putting a small bump on my hand. I noticed as I held out my arm that it shook uncontrollably. It wasn't a violent shake, but enough to be noticed and to worry me."Are you sure?" I didn't know why I was avoiding it, any...

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