Conrad squeezes his eyes shut as his raging headache spikes, resulting in a moment of intense nausea before it fades, leaving him with just the pain. Against his will, a pathetic sounding whimper slips out before he could stop it and the patient he was explaining the treatment to (Don't ask what treatment, that's beyond him at the moment) starts to sit up.
"Dr. Hawkins? Are you ok?" She asks, putting a hand on his arm.
"Yeah, fine," he says before his headache spikes again and he barely has time to turn around before he's retching, vomit splattering down his front and pooling around him.
"Oh shit. Ok," the patients curses, pressing the call button frantically.
Devon and Irving run into the room and Devon immediately rushes to Conrad's side with an emesis bin.
"Here we go. Come on, Conrad," Devon says, leading him out of the room while Irving apologizes to the motherly patient.
"Sorry," Conrad chokes out before he has to bury his face in the bin again.
"Hey, it's fine. Here, let's sit you down," Devon says,helping Conrad sit down in an empty wheelchair.
Conrad groans as another spike of pain goes through his head.
"Hey, it's ok," Devon says putting a hand on his friends shoulder. "I'll talk to Bell. See if I can get you the day off."
Conrad just nods, not trusting himself to open his mouth.
"Good. See, it's all going to be ok."
