Steve misses everything else that comes out of Hopper's mouth after he mentions the bathroom, because he's barreling for it at top speed. The door slams against the wall and Steve empties what feels like his entire stomach and every other internal organ he has into the toilet. It just keeps going and going and when Steve feels like he might actually die, it finally stops.
With a groan, he flushes the toilet and then grabs at the end of the toilet paper before slumping back against the tub, legs sprawled out in front of him. He tugs more of the tissue towards him, stretching it across the room, and wipes at his nose and mouth.
His head is pounding and it's like he can suddenly feel every wound that's been inflicted on him. His ribs hurt, and he lifts his shirt to see bruising all along his side. But at least he has a clearer head now. He's not sure it's all that great of a trade off, considering, but he'll take it.
"I think I puked it all out," Steve calls out weakly, referring to the drug. "But I think I'm just gonna stay on this floor for a million years if that's cool."
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With a groan, he flushes the toilet and then grabs at the end of the toilet paper before slumping back against the tub, legs sprawled out in front of him. He tugs more of the tissue towards him, stretching it across the room, and wipes at his nose and mouth.
His head is pounding and it's like he can suddenly feel every wound that's been inflicted on him. His ribs hurt, and he lifts his shirt to see bruising all along his side. But at least he has a clearer head now. He's not sure it's all that great of a trade off, considering, but he'll take it.
"I think I puked it all out," Steve calls out weakly, referring to the drug. "But I think I'm just gonna stay on this floor for a million years if that's cool."