Derek looked up at her taking a deep shuddering breath.  "I'll be okay," he
assured her.  "I just ate something that doesn't agree with me."  He took
soem tissues and wiped his mouth tossing them into the bowl before flushing
and standing up a bit shakily.  He washed his face and hands and brushed his
teeth the whole time feeling queasy.  Then returned to collapse on the
couch.  "We should....take a shower so we can go meet your friend."  The
last thing he wanted to do right now, other than meet with the council.

"I think you should go down and get something for your stomach." She
suggested, blue gaze worried and frankly, showing that she wasn't going to
budge on this "Unless it's bad enough to go to the emergency room...?"

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