There was something different about the way I felt when I woke up next to Quill.
My stomach was in anguish, and I rushed to the toilets, vomiting out my lungs as I tried to make sure I didn't lose balance and collapse on the ground.
Quill was awake instantly, and by my side as he looked me over, from the pale green hue of my face to my hair that was damp and plastered against my skull with sweat.
"I'll go find a healer, or Lip, your face is flushed with fever." he said, as he bolted out of the room before I could get a word in.
I stared back helplessly, as my stomach cramped again, and more was forced out of me.
Even when my stomach was emptied, I could feel bile and saliva pool into my mouth, and I leaned forward, emptying my mouth and poor stomach once more.
It was the strong smell of mint leaves the quelled my violent queasiness, and I looked up to see Quill dragging Lip forward with the biggest mint plant I'd ever seen.