[He feels like his brain is going to break through his skull - he shoots a very unstable glance at Dickson, his eyes narrowed.]
No, I'm not nauseous, it's like... [Like he's holding something back, he wants to say, but that doesn't make sense. He feels queasy, but not in a "gross, a dead body!" kind of way.]
[He raises a hand, covering his eyes, but the darkness is not helping.]
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No, I'm not nauseous, it's like... [Like he's holding something back, he wants to say, but that doesn't make sense. He feels queasy, but not in a "gross, a dead body!" kind of way.]
[He raises a hand, covering his eyes, but the darkness is not helping.]
This isn't some kind of joke, right...?