"No," Hope replied simply. "You're not fine. Neither of us is fine. I feel like..." She groaned as she closed her eyes. "God, and here I thought I was over having to ever feel anything even remotely like this ever again." She had been sick a lot as a child and as an adult. She was used to the feeling. Of course that didn't mean that she liked it at all.
A curt laugh was given in response to his words. "That didn't feel this bad." She glanced over at him for a moment and then it hit her again. "Oh god..." A hand was over her mouth as she stumbled to her feet, trying not to lose her balance and kill herself as she rushed this time into the kitchen, just because it was closer, to be violently ill once more.