OOC and Sign-ups Maika sank down the side of the van, closing his eyes. His head was spinning, and he felt like he was about to throw up. His hands were shaking, and he didn't know if it was the adrenaline of the fight or a sign that he was getting even worse. They just had been forced to kill seven of the monsters, and the effort of using his abilities had drained him, even if it had only been for a few minutes. Everyone knew that he was going to be the first to die. The doctors had told him that he'd be very lucky to see this roadtrip through. And it felt like it. A simple fight had left him unable to stand, even when he'd fought mostly using his gun. He forced himself back to his feet, leaning against the van. He managed to make it over to a tree a few metres away, where he threw up the contents of his stomach. He hadn't particularly wanted to do it by the van. When his body decided that it was finished, he dragged his exhausted body back to the van. "Let's just go." He said, climbing in and sinking gratefully into his seat. He pulled out a bottle of water and took a swig, trying to wash the aftertaste from his mouth. Two days in to the trip, and he could count the number of days he was going to see on two hands. He knew that he should probably take his meds, but doing so would require him to stretch out and grab his bag. He knew that if he moved too much, he'd be liable to pass out- and he wanted to avoid that as much as possible.