"It'll pass soon." Hawkeye calls, leaning against the latrine wall. He doesn't mention that here, all things will pass sooner or later.
BJ pauses in his retching to choke out, "Not soon enough."
"It's your first week. Give it time."
There is a coughing sound, followed by clanging of the door as BJ stumbles over. "I almost think that would be worse, seeing a kid with his lung hanging out and not getting sick."
They make their way over to the Swamp, eager for what little distractions they can scrounge up.
Hawkeye hesitates before answering, unable to lie. "It is."