Dante barely caught a glimpse of Lyle sitting up as he rolled over and hid his face in the mattress. Then he heard the sound of running across the floor, the swinging door of the bathroom, and the sound of Lyle throwing up. He took a deep breath as he pulled himself up out of the bed and slowly made his way over to the bathroom. Once there he sat down next to Lyle, crossing his legs, and lifting one hand to rub his back soothingly. Dante I didn't get sick from drinking very much anymore. Only when he really pushed himself did he get sick.