There was very little healthcare in the apocalypse. So, when you had fallen ill, Eugene had taken it upon himself to care for you.

His hand remained entangled in your hair as you kneeled over the toilet bowl. He never really was the best for comforting people, but he tried his hardest.

"...You know, people throw up because it's the body's way of removing harmful substances from the stomach."

That was anything but comforting.