After Max's 3 hour nap, he felt a bit better so he got up and walked to the kitchen. Georgia was sat on her laptop typing away.

"Hey." He whispered, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Hi how are you feeling?"

"Nauseous and sore but okay.." He said sitting beside her.

"I've cooked some dinner if you want it."

"I...I can try." He smiled.

"I made sandwiches, I knew your stomach wouldn't let you have a proper meal."

"Correct." He smiled.

"Sandwich it is then." She said standing up.

She walked over and got half a sandwich on a plate to give to him. She grabbed a bag of chips before walking back over to him.

"Thanks." He smiled.

He took a small bite of the sandwich not knowing how his body would react. Once he had swallowed the small bite he knew he could eat the rest so he did slowly.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Working, I can't miss 2 days in a row Georgia."

"Okay."

"Don't you have anything on tomorrow?"

"I have a class but I need to buy some things for the nursery."

"Okay, what time is it?"

"9pm."

"Okay, I'm going to call Helen to say I'm okay, she looked worried after chemo."

"Okay."

Max stood up and walked into the lounge where his phone was. He sat down on the armchair, dialled her number and held his phone up to his ear.

"Max?"

"Hi."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, tired and sore but okay."

"Good, are you coming back in tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"You need to take it easy though Max, you need to keep your energy."

"I know, did I miss anything important today?"

"There was a burst water pipe up in Iggy's office but the janitors sorted it and I looked after the paper work."

"Thank you."

"Is your throat okay? It sounds sore."

"It's sore but okay."

"Do you want me to prescribe you something for it?"

"No I should be okay."

"Okay Max, I'll see you tomorrow morning then?"

"Yeah, bye Helen."

"Bye."

Max stood up and walked back into the kitchen, nausea coiling in his gut. He closed his eyes holding onto the kitchen counter. He had his fist to his mouth as he slumped his body on the counter. Georgia stood up and rubbed his back with one arm and held his hip with the other.

"Nausea?"

"Bad." He gagged walking quickly over to the sink and leaning over it.

"Just let it out." Georgia soothed, running small circles into his shoulder.

"I..I don't want to."

Past experiences with Max had taught her a few things. One; Max, while not opposed to being touched, but hated having his stomach rubbed or even touched. The best bet was always to either hold his waist or his shoulders depending on the situation but to always rub his back, he found it highly therapeutic. Two; he despised puking. He was afraid of it, almost, as far as Georgia knew it all stemmed from an unpleasant childhood memory that he couldn't get out of his head. Three; it was really rough on him, once he started he couldn't stop and it always sounded incredibly painful. Though a lot of the discomfort can likely be credited to the fact that he always holds it back for as long as he can manage.

"Okay, Max, just let it out, baby." Georgia used her thumbs to run circles over his tense shoulders, trying to coax him into relaxing a little.

She felt his shoulder jump with a suppressed heave, shaking under her hands. She could tell he was getting worked up, and once again based on the past, it was likely that they'd have about five minutes before the inevitable melt down.

Another fought gag had Max's back arching into Georgia's chest and pregnant belly, fingers clenching around fistfuls of his hair.

Nausea was tying his insides up and Max could feel the cold sweat running down his back, gut churning around and around and around. He swore it felt like he'd been thrown in the dryer with all the clothes and it looked like it too, the ground was swaying right before his eyes it it was only making his vertigo worse. His breath hitched in his throat, caught on a sob, and he tensed up.

"I don't-" Another attempt at a sharp intake, once again it was cut short. "Don't wanna-"

Georgia gently shushed him, moving one hand to cup the back of his neck. She could feel Max relaxing as soon as the skin on skin contact was made.

"I can't, Casey, I-" He managed to say before the nausea became too much and he threw up into the sink.

A cough rattled his chest as he spluttered into the sink. Georgia held his hip and rubbed his back trying not to actually look at the sink. She was nauseous enough from the pregnancy let alone watching her husband loose his breakfast, lunch and tea.

"Your okay, Max try to breathe." She soothed, feeling his chest rise and fall as he panted. "Just breathe."

He leant back for a second before leaning forward again for another round of throwing up. Nothing was left in his stomach from last time so he was just throwing up stomach acid. His knees buckled and he fell to the floor with a bang!

"Max!"