The only sound she received in response was a slight gurgling of his stomach as he placed his hand on it. "No," came the plaintive voice that just screamed 'oh god make it stop' to her. His face winced as he felt faint stirrings like me was fighting another wave of nausea.
"Approximately four a.m., he began to vomit, Miss Potts. I think he ate something that didn't agree with him. He has since vomited numerous times and his temperature has been rising."
"Can't keep anything down," he said as he curled more in Pepper's direction, naturally seeking comfort from the torment his body was currently undergoing. "Kill me now," he said, licking his lips. God, he was dying of thirst but he was scared to drink anything.