*she sighed and rubbed his back. Whispering small supportive and affectionate words.*

Just sick.
*he groans. *

*she rocked him gently back and forth.*
“..can you help him or is he just sick… ?”

..... He might be nauseated...

*she held him close and looked at artsy.*
“Please help him! I can’t..I can’t…please help him!”