Jeff groaned and rolled over. He then proceeded to deposit the reminder of his dinner in the large bucket he had placed next to his bed for that purpose. Guts aching, he fell back onto his bed. It was several moments before he mustered the gumption to wipe the flecks of vomit lingering on his chin. The tissue he used joined the pile in his trash can, which had been positioned next to the bucket. The taste in his mouth screwed up his face. He took a swig from his water bottle, swishing it around before spitting into the bucket.