I hugged him and held him until he stopped throwing up and then quietly put the headset away as they didn't need me constantly anyway, and we cleaned up. Jet even tried to help with wiping things up. He obviously felt better after the dirty deed. I was very glad of that. I don't know if it's just some flu or, maybe, some food poisoning of some kind, but he ate everything I ate yesterday. He drank some water, and then started playing with his cars and asking for Wallace and Gromet video.
I was also glad that I'd printed out seperate notes instead of using my old lab notebook.
We got all cleaned up, dried off, and all the laundry into the wash tub and rinsed before shoving it into the washer before I picked the headset up again, and they hadn't missed me.
Meetings.
