(via Daily Prompt: Yellow)

Sam hurried from his car towards his front door. Nervously fumbling for his keys, he dropped them twice. Finally managing to make it through the inner screen door, he failed miserably in reaching the bathroom and fell to his knees as his body was gripped by  violent spasms. Projectile vomiting – now that was new. That had never happened to him before. He groaned in pain, clutching his abdomen as the spasms slowly abated………

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