The last thing Jason expected to see that day was you clutching the toilet as you threw up. It was like a stark warning sign, along with many other signs he had noticed in recent days. Before he could even think about what could have happened to you, he knelt behind you and brushed your hair back from your forehead and rubbed your back, wanting to help in any way in such a situation. He saw the tears in the corners of your eyes and the way you shivered as each wave, how the smell alone made you wrinkle your nose and close your eyes from the smell of acid is everything okay? he asks thinking you've already finished and even though he didn't show worry often, it was clearly written on his face now are you feeling sick?