Arthur jerked upright from his lucid nightmare, tears streaming silently down his face as he lifted his remaining arm to wipe at them furiously. It had been a year and a half since Lewis had died in that cursed cave. A year and a half since he had murdered his friend. Well, it wasn't him but it was still his arm that pushed Lewis over the edge.
Arthur groaned quietly. It became apparent that sleep was going to evade him yet again. He picked up his prosthetic arm from its place on the bedside table. He then proceeded to connect it to its port, hissing in pain when the artificial and real nerves met. That's when he felt he was going throw up again. For the past two days he's bean throwing up. Yeah he's bean sick before, but this sickness made him extremely hungry and restless; it was weird considering every other sickness made him tired and feeling full. Heck, he even ate a hot pepper and he can't stand spicy food.
Arthur jump out of bed and ran towards his bathroom, throwing up last nig