Conlan sat up, dipping the rag into the bucket. Then set both on the ground in front of her. The movment brought a second wave of nausea hit him, and he was thankful that she had moved back to the floor. He lurched over the basin, and gagged for a second, before even more stomach contents were expelled from his mouth, acidic and foul smelling.
"A woman I was involved with slipped it to me." He clung to the basin for a moment, with his eyes shut, fearing "aftershocks." When none came, he moved back to his seated position, getting even closer to lying on the ground. Since the bucket was in use, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and planned to rinse it off as soon as she felt more refreshed.