Dylan heard vomit. Oh no no no. That was not going to happen. Not around him. He hated it. He needed to get away from the vomit as quickly as possible. He jumped down from the bed he was perched on, with a crack. His right leg crumpled beneath him. You have to be kidding me! Is this punishment for faking a sprained one??? "Ow," he whimpered, from his place on the floor. At least he couldn't see any vomit from here. He could just hear it.