Deyja cried and pulled his knees up to his chest, crying. He hated vomiting, it’s nasty and gross and smells bad. He grabs onto Will’s side tightly, hoping he, as the oldest, can fix this. “Make it stop! Make it stop! I wanna go home!” He tries to pull himself into Will’s lap, but the restraints hold him in his chair. He wipes his face and mouth on Will’s shirt instead, crying more. After a few moments he begins screaming for them to let him go home and how he’s been a good little boy and never did anything wrong.