[Inkubeus]

Daemon hadn't heard Vladimir come into the bathroom over his own retching. The only thing that alerted him to the man's presence was the fact that his hair was no longer sticking to his cheeks and forehead. He panted and clung to the bowl, dry heaving a couple times before he reached up and flushed the stuff down the drain. He sat on the floor and let out little coughs and a couple small sniffles. God he hated this. He was overemotional and always took it out on Vladimir and here he was helping him out the first day he gets sick. After last night, Daemon expected the man to leave the house at night but instead he had cradled Daemon. He sighed and gagged from his own breath.

"i'm good now... Sorry for waking you... you should sleep more Vladimir."

he refused to look up at the man. He was probably irritated with Daemon's outbursts and sudden emotional changes. The tiles of the floor were very interesting this morning.