Linoleum Sick

Sweating and breathing heavily, Camacho stood up from bed and bent over.

"What is it Camacho?" asked Sofia

"Aye mi estomaco... I think I'm going to barrrfff!"

Before Camacho could get the whole word out, he purged all over the linoleum floor.

"Oh god Camacho, go get a towel and clean up that mess. It smells awful in here."

Camacho took one step forward and slipped in his own vomit. He fell flat on his back into the pool of bile, his head split open from the impact with the floor.

He tried to stand but it was no use. Camacho was stuck in a slippery pool of his own sick and blood. With little hope of freeing himself, he lost consciousness and dreamt of olden times... of simpler times.