"It's okay, bud. I've got it." Kyan hurried back and grabbed the box of tissues from the bookcase across the room, going back over so he could help Trey, who was battling through some post-puke dry heaves. He took the trashcan to hold for him so he had free hands for the medication and Kleenex, then plucked a handful of tissues from the box to press into Trey's hand. "Do you need to go back to bed or is this more feeling like aftermath? We can talk when you're feeling better." Trey had always been a high-achiever and had been getting migraines since high school striving for straight As. Kyan had helped him through many, so he knew what Trey needed but it could only ever be a matter of waiting them out until he started to come through the attack. He went back through to the kitchen and got an icepack out of the freezer and wrapped it in a teatowel for Trey to put around the back of his neck.