"Empty," Iestyn replied glumly, nibbling on the crust. "But at least I'm not heaving any more. God that was awful." He was so afraid of more coming, though, because it wasn't corrective unless it happened regularly. He couldn't handle having that nauseating drug and then no food.
He turned one of his hands over, looking at the shiny red patch at the base of his middle finger where the electrode had been, and felt a shiver of fear.