Basically a continuation of the Mind Freakers episode! You know where Max goes "I think I'm gonna be sick." Yeah, that bit.

This does contain sensitive/kinda graphic description of self-induced vomiting, mentions of bulimia, and deceased animals.

That being said, if you're not a fan of that, please do not read. Reviews are greatly appreciated, however, for those who are reading :)

Might continue this if it gets some reviews :)

Max swallowed thickly.

He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, his hand shaking nervously.

He'd never experienced this kind of anxiety before. Ever.

It was weird.

Quit being a fucking pussy, he told himself, brows narrowing in concentration. He'd been knelt in front of the damn toliet bowl for god-knows how long, just begging for it to all come up in one go.

The bowl was practically empty, aside from a few cards and flowers.

A bit of bile had came up, but nothing promising.

This was supposed to be easy.

The raven shuffled closer, leaning into the toilet bowl with his body pressed against it. He positioned his right elbow on the edge, using his left hand to steady himself. Sucking in a deep breath he raised his right hand to his face, squeezing his eyes shut as he slid his index and middle finger into his mouth.

Almost instantly, as soon as the touched the back of his throat, did he start gagging. It felt weird, and painful, but he refused to remove them until he got results. His mind raced with panic, however, when his breaths became cut off, forcing the saliva-slathered digits out of his throat. He grimaced, both at the sight and the gross taste in his mouth. Why was it so hard? Gwen would do it sometimes at night behind the counselors' cabin and it would work… it was disgusting, sure, but it was apparently easy for her. Max scolded himself for not confronting her and asking about it. He could've learnt something, even if he was secretly breaking curfew.

Nonetheless, the fingers were placed back inside his mouth, going in for round two.

This time was more successful, as Max heaved into the toilet desperately, watching with teary eyes as a decent amount of his breakfast spewed out, along with a couple scrunched up hankechiefs.

God damnit, did he hate Harrison.

He would pay.

So would Neil. The selfish fucker.

Although Max wouldn't admit it, the fact that Neil had chosen focusing on Science over him, upset him greatly. So much so that it pushed him to try throwing up for a third time, and then a fourth, just to prove the bastard wrong.

Max could cure himself without science. He forced himself to believe he could.

Even if that meant hurting himself.

He grunted in frustration and slammed a fist down on the edge of the bowl, eyes stinging. "God fucking damnit!" He could feel the lump in his throat get bigger as his emotions took and fresh tears slipped from his eyes. His breaths were becoming irregular and heavy, cheeks flushing and fists clenching.

He inhaled shakily, taken by surprise as the sudden urge to vomit forced him to leant over the toliet for the fifth time, sobbing quietly as he expelled the contents of his stomach, including a barely-alive rabbit and a handful of cards, into the bowl.

The sight of the bunny 'corpse' only encouraged Max's sickness, the child spitting out bile and flower petals as he cried in self pity.