"I'm thankful that I at least made it this far and even moreso that we have more than one bathroom. Otherwise I could have been the most hated person in this household," Booth joked lamely. Right now he barely wanted to move, though the stormy seas that his stomach had become seemed to have settled. For the moment.
Her hand was cold against his forehead, which probably meant he was overly warm to her touch but he barely noticed. "Bones," he groaned. "I'm doing all right." Booth used the wall to climb to his feet and almost fell over sideways when a dizzy spell came. "Mostly," he added after the room had righted itself.