Nic shook his head slowly as he sat down.

Laurel tilted her head a little, "Did you eat?" she asked quietly.

Nic's stomach let out small, not so pleasant sounding gurgle. So that's what his face looked like when he had a stomach ache.

Laurel blinked, "Your stomach?" she asked, "Want me to make you some tea?"

Nic shook his head a little again, nausea coming out a little more on his face for a brief moment before disappearing again.

Laurel blinked, "Should I get you a trash can?" she offered, looking a little worried.

Nic shook his head briefly before laying down. "... I'm fine..." he repeated.

"You don't look 'fine'," Laurel retorted before walking off into the bathroom. She returned with a damp cloth which she proceeded to put behind his neck, "So what happened? Did you eat something funny?"

He didn't reply. Nic seemed a little frustrated that he was finding it difficult to keep mind over matter as if that had always worked in the past.

Laurel took the cloth and wiped his face a little, "You're sick," she told him, placing the cloth over his eyes gently, "You're not superman. But I can help, what did you eat?"

Nic still said nothing.

"Nic..." Laurel sighed as she ran a hand through his hair, "I can't help if you don't tell me."

"... I just need to rest," he muttered.

Laurel rolled her eyes, patting his cheek a little, "Of course, but you need to take care of your stomach first," she told him.

Nic looked like he was going to be just as stubborn as ever. But after another moment he said quietly, "... I ate too much."

Laurel had to smother a laugh and didn't entirely succeed. "I know of a tea that helps with that," she replied with a smile as she rubbed his arm a little, "Not that I've ever had that problem."

Nic's stomach gurgled a little in response.

Laurel giggled again, leaning down and kissing Nic's cheek, "I'll be right back," she told him before starting to leave.

Nic didn't say anything, closing his eyes and resting.

Laurel came back shortly with some tea. "Alright, can you sit up?" she asked quietly.

It took a little while, but Nic managed to sit up on his own.

Laurel waited patiently and then handed him his mustache cup.

Nic carefully took the cup before slowly beginning to sip the tea.

Laurel stayed at Nic's side, playing with Amela a bit. The tea did help, Laurel knew her teas even if she couldn't tell a cappuccino from a latte.

When Nic was done, he set the cup down before slowly laying down again.

Laurel took the cup and watched Nic, "Can I get you anything else?" she asked softly.

Nic shook his head slowly.

Laurel nodded, "Rest then," she told him as she kissed his temple lightly and stood.

So Nic closed his eyes and rested.

Laurel left with a sigh and went back to her room, bored once more.

Nic slept for a little over an hour before getting up.

Laurel was still in her room which was close to Nic's.

Nic didn't go looking for Laurel. Instead he went off on his own again.

"Missy!" Rosen called, entering her room annanounced, "I want to take you somewhere fun!"

Missy was on her computer, turning off the screen as he burst in. "Huh?" she asked, a little annoyed at him.

"C'mon!" Rosen replied, "I'm gonna take you somewhere fun!" he grinned.

Missy was quiet for a moment, thinking. "... Are you paying?" she asked.

Rosen shrugged, "Sure, you can keep what you win," he decided.

"What I win?" Missy asked, confused.

Rosen grinned bigger, "Let's go! He said, grabbing her arm.