[He was a good friend like that, and Erik tried to keep his thoughts on putting one foot in front of the other, instead of the roiling in his belly. He wanted to throw up again. He needed to throw up again.
They got to the bathroom just in time, and Erik made a bee line for the toilet as the rest of his stomach's contents made their exit. It was a few moments before he went to the sink, rinsing out his mouth and splashing water on his face so he'd feel less clammy. Then he sat, right there in front of the faucet, and looked up forlornly at Charles.]
[Spam]
They got to the bathroom just in time, and Erik made a bee line for the toilet as the rest of his stomach's contents made their exit. It was a few moments before he went to the sink, rinsing out his mouth and splashing water on his face so he'd feel less clammy. Then he sat, right there in front of the faucet, and looked up forlornly at Charles.]
You're not sick?