"Here, I’ll help you up," Rose stood to her feet and offered him her left hand.
"Thanks."
He pulled himself up and brushed himself down. The stains from his vomiting session earlier in the morning had turned from a nasty yellow into a pungent and dark orange.
"Bet you’ve seen better days?" Rose smiled.
"Yeah. You could say that."
"I can call Mr Bundy and let him know you’re unwell—"
"—No, it’s okay. We’re one down in convenience as it is," Willy interrupted.
Rose didn’t seem so sure, "Well, okay, if you insist."
Willy took a step forward. He didn’t reveal it, but his head was pounding like mad, "Thanks. Maybe I’ll just take a couple headache pills or whatever."
"Look, if you’re not feeling any better, please come and see me. Okay?"
"I will."
Rose gave him a smile as he trundled
