'Why am I awake this early?  Ugh, i feel like-'

I could feel the vomit coming up into my mouth.  It burned like hot mud, about the same consistency.  I tried to choke it down but that only made it taste worse.  Suddenly I was stumbling out of my bed.  I don't remember getting to the bathroom but before I knew it I was on the cold hard ground leaning against something just as cold.

I hear my dorm mates shuffle in their sleep, maybe waking up maybe not, but it all sounds like it's happening far away, echoing in the back of my mind.  

My whole body is throbbing, convulsing as I feel more vomit escape my lips.  I can't feel my tongue.  The roof of my mouth is on fire.  My chest is tightening and suddenly I can't breathe.  Then I can.  Then I can't.  The oxygen in my lungs comes and goes in short, choppy bursts.  I'm hyperventilating.  

Nothing is leaving my mouth now except something warm and thick.  Not vomit.  It's coming out of my nose too.  I'm crying the same thick substance.  My vision is red and black and spotty.  Everything i see is just red tainted blobs.  It's not good, something in the back of my mind tells me.  I don't listen. I can't.  

My body feels out of place.  Jumbled.  Dissected.  Sometimes I can feel my limbs and sometimes I can't.  Sometimes I feel pains in parts of my body I didn't know could hurt.  I can't feel my fingers anymore.  My feet lost feeling a while ago. Or maybe a few seconds ago.  I don't know how long I've been like this.  I'm crying and the smell tells me I vomited a lot.  But I don't process this right away.  I can't process anything right now.

I feel sharp pains everywhere.  They come and go.  Knives and needles are in my body.  They burn and are ice cold at the same time.  I can't tell if I'm alive or dead.  My body doesn't respond.  My throat tightens again.  I try to cough and start shuddering.  

I can't see anymore.  My eyes are glued shut.  I'm still convulsing and my mouth feels like its been stuffed with tar.  My nose is closing up.  I'm so so cold.  My skin is bubbling off me, popping with flashes of searing heat that make me feel like I'm dying.  

I wish I was dead.  Nothing is worse than this feeling.  Something makes me think I'm being tortured.  Although I never hear anyone speaking 'Cruciatus'.  Then again, I never hear anyone say anything.

My head is throbbing.  I can feel myself hyperventilating again.  Suddenly, my whole chopped up, painful little world becomes dizzy.  I can feel pressure around shoulders and upper back and the back of my knees.  Maybe.  I can't actually tell where the pressure is coming from.  My world is spinning and suddenly I feel air rushing onto me like I'm moving quickly.  Lots of air.  It burns.  Am I running?  My throat vibrates and I know I've spoken.  Or moaned in pain.

I feel round pressure on my forehead and then its gone.  My world is no longer spinning.  I feel pains in me again, pains that were temporarily gone.  I know I'm losing consciousness.  My mind is going blank.  I feel some familiar liquid trickling down my neck and into my hair, as if I've changed positions.  I'm glad when I pass out.