He curled up, his hands around his stomach as he tried to fight back the urge to throw up. He wasn't going to, he knew, he just felt sick. He felt cold and an overwhelming sense of fear. He trembled there, breathing in shaky breaths as he tried to calm himself down. He rolled onto his back as his double said that.

Not do it again? He could do that. He brought his hands to his face, wiping the sweat away then clasping them over his face again as he inhaled and huffing the air out.

"Y-yeah. Sure." He said, pulling himself up to sit, leaning his elbows into his knees, dropping one of his hands from his face and leaning his face into the other, elbow against his knee.