"Just a little when you met him---" he couldn't really think anymore, his head was pounding like a sledge hammer. Each time she asked him a question it was nails on a chalkboard. He used the side of the car as leverage, the cold air smacking him right in the face. By the time he made it over to the passenger side where Zoe had hopped out, his shirt was drenched around the neck.

He crawled down the side of the car, mayhem that would cool his bouncing stomach. "I don't feel so good." His appetite wasn't even enough to blame it on food.