...I can kind of understand. I don't always check my food like that, but I know why you do it.

[Okay, not completely, but it was enough. She could still feel bad for him. Straightening her back as she saw what looked like an expression of nausea cross his face, she fidgeted with her shirt, wanting so badly to hold him.]

Do you want some ginger tea? Or...some lemon perhaps? It'll settle your stomach if you're feeling sick.

[When you had a family and friends that bitched about medicine, you found other ways to cure little thinks like sickness.]