Kazuya felt hell of a lot better once he regurgitated that crap he drank. His stomach and throat still burned, but he could breathe, and he was no longer forcing it back up. He left a horrible mess though - all red and lumpy, eeew...

"N-Nah, I'm fine," Kazuya wheezed, hauling himself up and wiping at his bloodied mouth. "That - I think that was bleach, fuck. Eh- hey, where're you going?"