My stomach doesn’t feel well. I just lost part of it under the couch. Luckily it doesn’t have a betraying stench like human vomit so they don’t know about it yet. Now I just want to nudge my head into the crook of his arm and wait for the nausea to abate. I must look like Ms. Zhou did when the doctor stick a needle in her, my colleague’s face buried into my shoulder for comfort.