She could try to hide it all she wanted, but Jason knew Cami better than that and it broke his heart to hear her so upset when he knew there was nothing he could do about it. His hand went to the back of her head, stroking her hair gently until she pulled away to throw up. Again. God, this was awful. There was nothing he could do to make her feel better; he just had to watch her suffer and rub her back soothingly, which as she dry heaved, he did. His stomach, actually, wasn't feeling very well, either, if he was honest, but he was better off than Cami was, in any case.
His free hand stroked over her hair again, gently, as she rinsed her mouth and reapplied the cool washcloth. It took a lot of effort to keep his face straight and not set his jaw and close his eyes at her words. "I know, baby," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment before wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into a weak, sideways hug. "She does, too. I won't ever let her forget, you know that."