“Lunch?” Masozi says uncertainly. Please please please do not ask him to provide an itemized list, he doesn’t remember and also doesn’t want to think about anything in that entire genre.

His skin feels maybe a bit warmer than it should, but mostly he’s just soaked in sweat.

Wei Ying seems to consider this good enough. "Okay. Is this-- a recurring thing? Does it happen to you a lot?"

His pupils don't seem excessively dilated.

“No!” He’s eaten things that turned out to, in hindsight, not be edible, but he’s not sure if he’s ever been this ill from it before. 

"Okay. You're doing great. One last question and then I'll leave you alone. Can you tell me what you did when this got started?"

This is a very confusing as a question to answer, since from Masozi’s perspective he mostly stopped doing things. 

“I - put my new clothes over there? So they wouldn’t get ruined.” Oh no where is his notebook of Mandarin, he can’t remember, if he ruined his notes he’s going to be so frustrated. “I…tried to sleep?”

"No, before. When did you start feeling sick?"

"What's the problem?"

"He's poisoned, I think, or maybe induction flu. He's stable and oriented. He's been throwing up and his stomach hurts. He says the last thing he ate was lunch and this doesn't happen to him often."

Mandarin: "Right. Lan Wangji, get the sheets from your bed and tell Zhang Zifeng to do the laundry." English: "Masozi, I'm going to do a spell for the nausea."

Oh wow that’s an amazing idea, he really wants her to do that spell, maybe then he’ll be able to properly have thoughts. 

…Oh right and someone was asking him a thing. Wei Wuxian. Question. 

“I - was just studying? I - felt kind of bad - after lunch, then I - kept feeling worse…”

She says a rapid poem in Arabic, thinking that Masozi is in no way paying enough attention to accidentally pick up Arabic.

The spell doesn't completely knock out the nausea, and it doesn't do anything about the part where his entire gut is tied into agonizing knots of cramps, or where all his joints and muscles feel achy and his throat really hurts and his head is pounding dully. But it's a significant improvement. 

He experiments with turning his head, notes that this seems allowed, and tries half-rolling toward Wen Qing so he can see what's going on. This does not result in throwing up, like it did the last three or four times he tried to shift position. 

"Am I maybe going to die?" he asks Wen Qing, plaintively. 

"No. What are your symptoms? Besides the nausea."

He will do his best to describe everything for her. "At first I just felt - kind of bad but not specific? And I was tired and wanted to lie down and it was hard to study. And then I started getting awful cramps in my belly, and I tried drinking more water to see if it'd help but it really didn't. And - then I think my whole body hurting was just getting worse and worse, at the start it was just my stomach." He shivers. "- What time is it now?" 

"Dinnertime. --So it could be induction flu or it could be poisoning. Have you eaten anything from the vending machine in the past two days?"

"...Yeah. Had - something at lunch? 'Cause I'm - supposed to be eating more..." 

Masozi feels like the current outcome is KIND OF THE OPPOSITE OF THE GOAL THERE.

Another quick burst of Arabic. "It's the stomach poisoning but the spell doesn't say if it's the food poisoning or the malicious poisoning. --Nie Huaisang, my room, charcoal."

"But--"

"Now."

Masozi didn't particularly follow that exchange. He's thinking that he's cold and feels terrible and wishes that Lan Xichen could hug him and this would result in less feeling terrible. It probably wouldn't, though, and also he's not exactly in a huggable state right now. 

"...Can I have water?" he eventually thinks to ask. "I'm thirsty." 

"Wei Wuxian. Water. --Do you have any idea of anything you might have swallowed during shop?"

"I...drank water? I don't think I ate anything on purpose." 

Lan Wangji comes in with his sheets.

"Can you stand up? I want you to have fresh sheets."

Masozi's enthusiasm for trying to stand up is well below zero, but he's willing to make the attempt. Well. Starting with just sitting up, at which point he's very lightheaded, and puts his head down on his knees again. "- Don't know if I can. I can - lie on the floor?"