Jack averted his eyes when the boy threw up, never having become very comfortable with vomiting. He was known for the sympathy vomit -- it was the smell that did him in. He straightened himself, stepping aside and suppressing his nausea.
He succeeded.
"Come," he said to Harmony, wanting to step away from the boy's sick. "Are you sick? Do you sleepwalk often? Maybe we should take you to the nurse, see if he can help you..."