The Pirate is sick. I woke up at 3:30 this morning to the sounds of his being loudly, copiously sick and realized that he'd been up long enough to make himself a bed in the living room. I got him some Pepto Bismol and a glass of water, retrieved the Baby Goddess from her bed, and the two of us went back to sleep in my bed.
He's no better this morning. He's still not keeping things down, still moaning and shivering and praying for death. We've all been there.
I hate this because he's so obviously in pain and anguish and there's nothing I can do. No pill or unguent, no potion or incantation is going to help him get through this any quicker. All I can do is keep making him drink water and listen to him make the same sounds of misery that everyone in that condition makes.
