The room started tilting scarily again but Booth decided it was best he didn't mention it, that it was just dehydration from consistently throwing up that was getting to him. "All right." He barely argued with her, even to be funny.
Once they reached the bedroom, he fell onto the bed and rolled over onto his back. The room was still spinning but at least he was out of danger of falling over because of it. "Thanks, Bones," he murmured, resting an arm over his eyes.