"Oookay," Claire removed the needle and rubbed the area to spread it around before she got up to get Misty a glass of water, a towel, and a bucket. She came back, patiently waiting until she was sure Misty had finished vomiting to hand her the water. "Drink this," she said, then handed her the damp towel along with it. "Throw up in this." Claire held up the bucket before she set the bucket beside her. The mess on the floor, she covered up for now, she'd get back to it later. "Didn't peg you as squeamish," she teased with a tilted smile, sitting down again, but watching her to make sure the first bout of her nausea had subsided.