Taking the water, Whit uncapped the bottle and took several slow swallows before draining a good portion of it. The nausea was one thing, but the dry mouth and thirst was quite another. But she couldn't focus too hard on those aspects, because doing so meant thinking about the source and then her stomach knotted itself for reasons entirely unrelated to physical change.
Setting the bottle next to her leg, she opened her eyes and looked at Phillip, briefly shaking her head at the offer of his bed. That was how this predicament had come about, after all.
"Phillip, I need you to sit down before I bail out of saying this," she said. "Because I'm not sick."