"I don't think I'm good," said Jack, as I looked at the wall.
"Whatever this was, it just kicked in."
"But there shouldn't have been poison," I said, standing up and moving closer to him.
Jack has started to breathe heavily. It looks like the pain was too much even for someone with high pain tolerance.
"Hey, do you need something? Bathroom?"
"No, it's not something like that…" Jack stopped, took a deep breath, and continued, "...it is like my stomach is eating itself."
As we were talking, I could hear the writing noise, but I didn't even glance at it, since Jack's situation was more important.
"You need to get it out; just puke," I said.
'How…" Jack replied as he continued to take deep breaths.
"I don't know… Push your finger down your throat. It should make you puke." I answered.
He did as I said. He pushed his middle finger slowly down his throat and started to gag.
Suddenly, he pulled his finger and bent down on the ground to puke. Even I took a few steps back, but it didn't work.
"Do it again," I said.
"You need to get it out."
Jack tried once again, but nothing happened. And his situation was getting worse. He was holding his stomach even tighter than before, meaning the pain was becoming unbearable.
"It doesn't work," he said. "I don't know what to do."
"Maybe it is not gross enough…" I said as I looked down at the ground painted with blood.
"I will do it," I said, kneeling and soaking my hand in the blood, making sure it was fully covered.
"Lift your head," I said while trying to ready myself.
"What are you planning to do with that?" he asked, seeing my hand.
"Sorry, but we need to make you take everything out as fast as possible," I replied.
"No!" he said. "I'm not letting you put your bloody finger in my mouth; it is gross."
"I know, that's why it is better. Look, we need to be fast. I'm not planning to let anyone die anymore."
"You are not putting your finger in my mou—aghh."
"You can't even form a full sentence. Just open your mouth."
"No," he continued to hold his stomach, "that's someone else's dirty blood."
"Just open your mouth," I started to shout at him.
"I said n-"
As he opened his mouth to talk, I forcefully pulled his chin down so he couldn't close his mouth.
Then I pushed my blood-soaked hand into his mouth and touched the back of his throat with my middle finger.
This was probably one of the, if not the grossest thing I had ever done. But I had to save him somehow, and this was what came to my mind.
As I touched his throat, I felt him gag violently. Quickly, I pulled my hand out of his mouth and took a step back.
Jack retched, his stomach forcing up everything he'd eaten in the last few minutes. It took him a few seconds to finish the act, but it would be worth it.
After he finished, he lifted his head to look at me.
"I hate you," he said.
"As long as you are alive, I don't care," I replied with a smile.
But to my surprise, Jack was still holding his stomach.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Yes, even more now…" he punched his stomach, "...just stop it."
"But you took everything out. How can this-"
I suddenly remembered that new text was being written on the wall, and it was about the 4th game.
I turned around to look at it, and that was enough for me to understand why Jack's stomach was still hurting.
"Game #4: Surgical Operation.
Rule: The food your friend ate had a small capsule in it. The capsule contains a special acid that will slowly leak into his stomach. When it mixes with gastric acid, it will start to burn his insides.
The only way to save your friend is to perform emergency surgery before the remaining fluid mixes with stomach acid.
Punishment: There is no special punishment. You either save your friend, or he dies.
Note: Puking will not be effective since the capsule is designed to stick to the stomach wall. If you perform surgery successfully, your friend will be healed in a matter of seconds, closing the wound like I did to you.
Tip: Everything you need is under the cloche."