(Lisbon's POV)
On Christmas Eve, me and Jane settled down on the sofa at home with a glass of wine and some chocolates and a decent film. Jane unusually for him declined my offer of food and rubbed his belly a little.
"Is everything okay?" I asked gently.
"Yeah, my stomach just feels a little uneasy" he admitted, "like, I'm really bloated tonight" he belched loudly.
"Sorry!!" he blushed.
"It's okay." I reassured him and gave him a gentle belly massage to ease the abdominal cramping and bloating he was experiencing.
Around half ten he told me he was starting to feel nauseous and like he might throw up, so we went up to the bathroom.
Jane knelt in front of the toilet and retched badly a few times but nothing came up, so we went to bed.
An hour after we got into bed I heard him moaning softly and could see he was holding his belly.
"What's wrong, Jane?" I whispered, putting my arm round him.
"My guts..I really really need to go sit on the toilet, I don't think I'm very well" he groaned.
"Aww are you about to have the runs?" I asked gently.
"Yeah, I think it feels like I probably will do." he sighed, releasing a loud wet fart which squelched into his boxers.
I helped him quickly to the toilet.
As soon as he sat down, his stomach rumbled and a gush of runny diarrhea shot straight through his bum and splattered onto the toilet bowl.
He had a couple more waves of runny liquid out of the rear end before he leant forward, trembling slightly with beads of sweat standing out from his forehead.
"It's okay, Jane" I carefully massaged his stomach and rubbed his back.
I helped him wipe his very messy bum, then pulled his pants up for him and helped him back into bed.
He looked really pale and apologised twice for me seeing him poorly like this. I told him not to be so daft and that I didn't mind looking after him. I got up with him another 5 times just so he could have explosive diarrhea.
At 7am he managed to hold the contents of his bowels for almost two hours, before he collapsed onto the toilet for more of the same. I told him if he was too sick to go out I'd just tell my brothers we couldn't go to theirs, but he was feeling a little better and was intent on going and making a good impression.
At 10am, after we'd opened our presents, I went to the bathroom with Jane and rubbed his belly, encouraging him to push out anything he could feel in his bowels.
After a few small squirty farts, he let out one rush of thick diarrhea before changing back to watery poop and a few more farts.
When he was done I helped him get cleaned up then we went and got into the car.
"You sure about this?" I looked across at him, pale and weak, still holding his upset stomach.
"Yep" he smiled briefly, grimacing as he felt a cramp rip through his guts.
"You going to be able to hold whatever is in you now until we get to my brother's house; be about ten minutes, yeah?" I checked.
"I hope so." he laughed.