Part four of the guitar picks thing

Can I have them?..
f-for educational purposes that is.

[I rushed over, got a trash can, and threw up in it]

I-
Don't c-c-completely fill that up, I might need it later...
*thinking*
It hurts...
yet...
what?
Why am I sort of liking it all of a sudden?..

[Stops throwing up in the trash can, immediately rushes to the bathroom and throws up in the toilet instead]

thanks-
mmfh..

[Continues to throw up in the toilet-]

*about 20 minutes later*
I'm sorry-
There's bleach in the cupboard if you want it..

[I was now feeling weak due to too much throwing up in the toilet]

O-okay... [Goes to get the bleach for "Just In Case" purposes]

I have a headache now...
great...

[I now have the bleach in my hand]

[I was also holding my stomach due to me feeling weak, as I went to go lay down on the couch]

I think I might-
*runs over to trash and stays there for about 30 minutes*

[I was now asleep on the couch again after a few seconds later]

[I was now laying down on the couch, not feeling well for obvious reasons]

[I was about to fall asleep as well-]

uugh...
Wasn't even able to get those out of my system...
I'm gonna just lay down now...
*due to a minimally conscious state I just lay on the same couch without regard for personal space*

[Just about 5 minutes later, I was now asleep, with the bleach in my hand]

[I find the energy to take a spoonful of bleach and clean my eyes]

[I instantly woke up, rushed to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet again]

[walking back you trip on me, just lying on the floor randomly.]
[a pressure point sent one of the picks out of me in a perfect trajectory right into you when you get back up]

[Starts to choke on it for some reason-]

[Me not realizing what you're choking on tries to get it through and...]
[s u c c e e d s]

[I started to get up from the floor and went back to the couch to go lay down on it again]

[meanwhile I just fall back asleep on the floor]

H U H ?

ugh...
I'll just take care of it.
*you use your better judgement and look away from me as I hide the tools*

[Trying to not be disgusted while looking away]

eeuughh...
I feel much more nauseous than I was before...
how far did that kid g-go..?

Oh god

He might've shoved them ALL the way up his a*s-

[Was trying not to throw up]

I-
I already k-knew that but...
how long did h-he care for them..?

U h h h h

7 minutes..? . _ .

and he didn't lie to you. Right?
hold on, how much time did he take between saying he would and when he did?

I think it was two days-

OH-
god no...
not... ideal...

Uhhhhh, sure..?

[Gives them to you and goes back to washing my hand]

thanks!
hmm, a bit wet.
*stuffs all 3 in mouth at same time*
mmf..

*muffled*
OHFF-
*in shock being caught I spit 2 of them out and the third goes the opposite direction*

. __ .

oh god-
well this is embarrassing...
maybe we should wait for TGM?
maybe they'll actually know what to do...
or they'll freak out even more-

Hmm, maybe..?

or maybe I could hide this entirely.
you think I could e-eat the other two as well?
could solve several problems at the cost of mental health.

Uhh, maybe.......?

welp, who shall we traumatize?
me or them?
either way you've already been taken care of...