[ The touch is enough to pull him out of it. Vanitas jerks violently away, wrenching his arm out of the doctor's grip and ducking out from the reach of his hand like he's defending an attack. The combined tangle of the doctor trying to lower the canteen, and Vanitas' mid-drink defensive response, makes him spill what little is left in the canteen down his front.
Unfortunately the damage is already done. It's been days since Vanitas arrived, and he's never put anything in his body before— he drops the canteen and, just as predicted, it comes right back up in a single violent heave. Shaking, Vanitas grabs the back of the chair to stop himself from hitting the floor and gasps hard. ]
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Unfortunately the damage is already done. It's been days since Vanitas arrived, and he's never put anything in his body before— he drops the canteen and, just as predicted, it comes right back up in a single violent heave. Shaking, Vanitas grabs the back of the chair to stop himself from hitting the floor and gasps hard. ]