Sometimes it wasn't worth living on a submarine where there were only communal bathrooms and no privacy at all, Lucas thought with disgust as he ran for the bathroom puking as he went. He looked with disgust as the vomit fell through the floor into the duct work. "I hope that eventually gets cleaned," he thought before losing all his thoughts as he emptied his stomach into the toilet. He sat back on his knees, and just sat there for a few minutes, trying to judge whether he was going to need the toilet again.
"You alright, Lucas?" Ben asked, following him into the bathroom.
"I think so. Just not feeling too hot right now," Lucas told him, flushing the toilet.
"I see that. You drunk?" Ben asked.
"No," Lucas shot defensively, "Bridger won't let me touch that stuff, and I haven't been off the seaQuest since I wrecked the Stinger."
"Just had to ask," Ben said. "Time to head to MedBay. Kristin will want to see you."
"It's just a flu," Lucas protested.
"Just a flu can be a big deal on a submarine, though. You can get everyone sick if you don't go into quarantine."
Lucas groaned
"Come on, let's go see the doctor," Ben took him by the arm, and helped him off the floor.