Does he have to answer questions by talking now. This is incredibly unfair. 

"...Not really. Stomach - really hurts." And so does most of his body, at this point, and he's gross and clammy with sweat all over, and his head is pounding and he's agonizingly thirsty. Specifying that would take too many words though. 

"Okay. Wen Qing's going to be here soon, I need you to answer some questions for me, okay?"

He starts checking Masozi's body for injury.

"Mmm." 

He's not visibly injured, just damp and sweaty and miserable-looking. 

"What things are bothering you?"

Wei Wuxian takes his pulse.

His pulse is very fast, but fairly strong and easy to feel. 

Masozi feels like it is quite self-evident what’s bothering him but apparently it’s important that he answer stupid questions using words even though this sucks. 

“Feel sick.”

"You gotta tell me what kind of sick, Zaizai, or we won't be able to make you feel better."

Okay, he's supposed to look at skin color... Masozi looks basically normal? He has no idea what kinds of skin colors are concerning for black people. 

“Keep throwing it up. My body hurts.”

"Okay. What's the last thing you ate?"

How's his skin temperature?

“Lunch?” Masozi says uncertainly. Please please please do not ask him to provide an itemized list, he doesn’t remember and also doesn’t want to think about anything in that entire genre.

His skin feels maybe a bit warmer than it should, but mostly he’s just soaked in sweat.

Wei Ying seems to consider this good enough. "Okay. Is this-- a recurring thing? Does it happen to you a lot?"

His pupils don't seem excessively dilated.

“No!” He’s eaten things that turned out to, in hindsight, not be edible, but he’s not sure if he’s ever been this ill from it before. 

"Okay. You're doing great. One last question and then I'll leave you alone. Can you tell me what you did when this got started?"

This is a very confusing as a question to answer, since from Masozi’s perspective he mostly stopped doing things. 

“I - put my new clothes over there? So they wouldn’t get ruined.” Oh no where is his notebook of Mandarin, he can’t remember, if he ruined his notes he’s going to be so frustrated. “I…tried to sleep?”

"No, before. When did you start feeling sick?"

"What's the problem?"

"He's poisoned, I think, or maybe induction flu. He's stable and oriented. He's been throwing up and his stomach hurts. He says the last thing he ate was lunch and this doesn't happen to him often."

Mandarin: "Right. Lan Wangji, get the sheets from your bed and tell Zhang Zifeng to do the laundry." English: "Masozi, I'm going to do a spell for the nausea."

Oh wow that’s an amazing idea, he really wants her to do that spell, maybe then he’ll be able to properly have thoughts. 

…Oh right and someone was asking him a thing. Wei Wuxian. Question. 

“I - was just studying? I - felt kind of bad - after lunch, then I - kept feeling worse…”

She says a rapid poem in Arabic, thinking that Masozi is in no way paying enough attention to accidentally pick up Arabic.

The spell doesn't completely knock out the nausea, and it doesn't do anything about the part where his entire gut is tied into agonizing knots of cramps, or where all his joints and muscles feel achy and his throat really hurts and his head is pounding dully. But it's a significant improvement. 

He experiments with turning his head, notes that this seems allowed, and tries half-rolling toward Wen Qing so he can see what's going on. This does not result in throwing up, like it did the last three or four times he tried to shift position. 

"Am I maybe going to die?" he asks Wen Qing, plaintively. 

"No. What are your symptoms? Besides the nausea."

He will do his best to describe everything for her. "At first I just felt - kind of bad but not specific? And I was tired and wanted to lie down and it was hard to study. And then I started getting awful cramps in my belly, and I tried drinking more water to see if it'd help but it really didn't. And - then I think my whole body hurting was just getting worse and worse, at the start it was just my stomach." He shivers. "- What time is it now?" 

"Dinnertime. --So it could be induction flu or it could be poisoning. Have you eaten anything from the vending machine in the past two days?"

"...Yeah. Had - something at lunch? 'Cause I'm - supposed to be eating more..." 

Masozi feels like the current outcome is KIND OF THE OPPOSITE OF THE GOAL THERE.

Another quick burst of Arabic. "It's the stomach poisoning but the spell doesn't say if it's the food poisoning or the malicious poisoning. --Nie Huaisang, my room, charcoal."