"It's my stomach. I just need a minute," Wes mumbled, leaning over nursing his stomach and burying his face in the crook of his arm bracing on the armrest. It was almost easier tackling the nausea because at least once he was sick, it eased a bit. The cramping pain was worse and it wasn't helping the sweats. He knew even if he was at home in bed, he would still be feeling like this. It was really fucking important to him to be here for Merlin right now because this was once in a lifetime stuff. At least, so he fucking hoped. It was impossible to know what the future could bring if Brandon passed away. Merlin might never want to get married again. No one could possibly know how he would deal with losing Brandon and Wes hoped like fucking hell they didn't have to find out. He lifted his head and gingerly twisted the cap off his water bottle to sip from it. "Feel like such an A-Class whiner right now, considering Brandon's dealing with a billion times worse but this pain is horrible. You gotta start with what's most important, dude. So, what do you think it most important that comes to your head when I ask that? Can we just take a moment to point out how cool it is that Noah's dad knows a PI? Like, that's gotta be a cool as fuck job. And thank fuck, if he stopped you dying."