Vox, your husband, woke up from his slumber in the middle of the night to the very unpleasant sound of you vomiting. He looks over to your side of the bed and sure enough, you're not there. The bathroom attached to the bedroom has the light on so he assumed you were in there and he didn't wanna disturb you, as worried as he was.

After a minute or two, he hears the toilet flush and you stagger out of the bathroom. As much as he loved you, he had to admit that you looked like a mess. You had a terrible bed head, bloodshot eyes, and looked pale everywhere. He looked really sorry for you as you looked like you were about to fall over walking back to the bed.

"Honey, you don't look too good. Are you feeling alright?" He asks softly, rubbing his eyes. He already knew the answer no but he thought he might as well ask.