Tw: anxiety attack, vomit, dry heaving, self hatred

There's a pit in his stomach and he pauses, eyes going wide, was something wrong?

He's checking everything, going through messages, searching for notifications, nothing's showing up.

He's shaking now, urge to vomit rising, what the fuck was happening?

He sprints out, leaning over the toilet and dry heaving. He's heating up now, getting angrier, why couldn't he just vomit? He dry heaves once more, finally collapsing next to the toilet, everything hurt and he didn't know why.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he so anxious?

He sobs, running a hand through his hair and tugging slightly, this was fucking stupid. He's dragging his nails over his cheeks, choking on sobs and struggling to avoid dry heaving again.

What the fuck was happening?

He sighs, going back to his room to try and text one of the others.

He didn't want to bother them, so he settles on asking if they have anything to talk about before tossing his phone to the side and burying his face in his hands, still shaking.