Itachi found himself breathing in little gasps. He didn't feel like he ahd control of his body. He was shaking. Would he have a seizure. Itachi bowed his head under Shisui's touch and gagged again. Choked on some sobbing noise and shook his head. Tried to control himself. Tried to not be scared.
After five very deep, gulping breaths, Itachi manged to sit up and push himself back. He smelled like vomit. His hair was drenched in it. Soaked and wet. Itachi coughed and something made a noise in the back of his throat as he tried to remember how to undress enough to wash.