You'd made the quiet declaration of "I threw up" a few seconds prior and he was still too tired to properly register anything. Casting a quick glance at the clock on the wall, he dragged himself to his feet. He waved you over and felt your forehead, it was damp with sweat and after a moment he kissed the top of your head "Let's get some fresh air, yeah?" He set you out on the porch, returning a few minutes later with a glass of water and a blanket and checking the early night stars