Apparently, the only thing worse than being delirious is being aware that you’re delirious.

Because then you understand oh I’ve gone off the fucking rails and then can’t do anything about it and its an overall sucky situation.

Oh, and Thor knows he’s delirious because he can feel his fucking organs. He can feel the ebb and flow of blood. No, it’s not like he can feel the rushing in his ears or feel the thud-thud-thud of an overworked heart. No. If he curled his hand into a tube and placed it into a stream, feeling the current running through the circle of his fingers, that is what he feels right now. Except his fingers in this situation are in fact his veins and the stream is his blood.

The worst part is it doesn’t hurt, it’s just really, really discomforting.

But you know what does hurt?

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His organs fucking failing.

Now, usually with organ failure, one passes out, according to Sean, for medical reasons blah blah pain and concentrating energy and there’s a reason why he failed so epically in both health and biology. So sue him he wasn’t a goddamn science person and was squeamish about how squishy and moist the human body was, ok?

So that’s how he knows he’s gone off the deep end. Because he cannot be aware of organ failure.

That and the occasional hallucination of ducks. Seriously, why ducks? Couldn’t it be like, he didn’t know, dragons?

He pukes again. And passes out.

He’s out cold when Sean comes rushing back from his bathroom break to see traces of scarlet in the vomit.