"He had a lot to toy with, it didn't take much from what was already there." He stopped talking once she rummaged in the car. He shook his head as she handed it to him. That wasn't going to help. His insides were twisting around themselves in knots. His body didn't like all that he'd stuffed inside.
He flopped on the ground, his back hitting the cold dirt. Even the cool air didn't subside. Eventually he was on his knees, feeling bile hit his throat. He turned away from her, but there was no escaping his own body's rejection.
It took a few minutes of heaving and emptying his stomach a few times to have the energy to walk. It wasn't the first stop they would make before reaching the airport. At least then he'd gained some of his coloring.