Sleepy Fox Hollow Darjeeling road

Elfie had spent a nice day and peaceful evening, but at some point during the night, he awoke with pounding head-ache. It hurt so much that tears welled up in his eyes, he whimpered quietly to himself and pressed his skull against the cold, hard, stone ground, wishing to ease the pressure, to have any kind of relief. 

He must have walked off without knowing and passed out somewhere, because, when the boy got up the next time, the sun was rising, but he no longer knew, where he was. It was bitter cold and lonely. "Maegi?" he called quietly, but no one replied. Dread set in, the boy got to his feet, wanted to go, but had to stop, when nausea hit him and he left his dinner in a puddle of yellow bile and gastric juices. 

"No, no, no," he whimpered, as the ache grew stronger and he staggered towards the wall of rock and pressed his forehead against it, biting against the tears of frustration and desperation that were rolling down his cheeks. Why did it hurt so much...