Judging by the pools of vomit all over the floor, Thomas had already been sick several times. Some if it had gotten on him too, and that really wasn't helping the smell. Lena didn't say anything though, she just continued her job, loosening the bindings around his legs and then ankles. When she got those off, she spotted a zip tie around his ankles as well, which was digging into Thomas' skin. "Dammit. Anthony, do you have a knife? Otherwise we'll have to cut this at home."
Thomas coughed and choked slightly on the first sip of water, but he managed to get the second one down. Then he was drinking deeply, paying no mind to what Jamie had said. Lena interfered, moving Jamie's hands and the bottle backward, eliciting a whimper from Thomas. "You can have more in a few minutes, love. Fuck, we're going to have to carry him to the car. There's no way he'll be able to walk."