Bonnie felt like the amount Liam was throwing up really should have bothered her, but the whole time she was really scanning the puddle of sick and looking for anything even remotely pill-shaped. She wouldn't have been above yelling at Ryan until he looked through it, either, but eventually Liam started talking again. At first she tilted her head to the side, really not believing he would tell her - but all at once she simply... decided to. Yes, Liam would tell her. He would tell her because he would have no choice. After losing Dex... it was just the three of them in this world together, and Liam wouldn't lie to her. Not about something important, at least. Whether or not she had just touched his jizz-rag, maybe, but she was okay with that.
"Okay," she said, simply. "Then we just have to get you through this. It's gotta wear off eventually. Ryan, get him into bed and I'll clean the rug." She didn't look forward to that particular task, but she would do it, because even if it was sexist as hell she kind of looked at it as a girl job. Or at the very least, probably not something you asked Ryan to do. "Liam, are you done? Do you need a bucket?"