Im not bloody dying but

His thoughts were interrupted when, suddenly, he had to grip the table forcefully with both hands in a pitiful attempt to stop the merciless pain that invaded his body. The violent gesture made Minho's head shot up.“Thomas?” The words barely came to Thomas' ear, the brunet too focused on the feelings going through his body.“I – Min, I think I'm gonna throw up...,” Thomas tried weakly, feeling his stomach twist. That's when he felt the burn in his throat, a feeling he wasn't familiar with but identified immediately as the sensation of vomiting. Thomas felt his throat tighten, burn, and blinked his eyes in confusion, trying to clear his head. He was feeling it, but he was not throwing up. Which could only mean one thing...“Oh, shuck, Newt!” he whimpered, throat a little bit sore, heart aching in his chest as he realized he should have recognized Newt's pain sooner.