"Vomit." Mikey made the decision quickly. He said the word with authority, though the authority came in a whisper. He wanted the food out. As fast as possible.
"How?" The only time he'd thrown up had been as a cat. Due to hairballs most of the time. Once or twice because he'd eaten something bad for him and it had upset his stomach. This didn't feel like either of those things, and he didn't know how to make this boy body heave.
If he turned into a cat, he was just sure he would explode from all the food he'd eaten, and it scared him. He didn't want to die. There were so many things he wanted to do. So many places to explore.