They ran into Woody on the way there, and he looked worried. "Nigel, what's wrong?" "He's gotten sick again. We're on our way to the roof so he can get some air and maybe feel better." "Oh, okay. Hey, have you seen Jordan?" "Yeah. She should be in the morgue." "Thanks." They had four floors to go before they got to the roof, and two floors up, someone got in the elevator. They had gotten off on the wrong floor, and they had to go up one more. She saw Nigel with the trashcan hugged tightly to his chest, and looked at him sympathetically. "Do you have the flu?" "No. I'm…" "He has food poisoning." "Oh, poor dear. Just make sure you drink plenty of fluids and eat small amounts of food." "He will. I'll make sure of it." "Are you his girlfriend?" "No. I'm a co-worker of his. We work for the Boston ME's office." "Oh. Very nice." She got off the elevator, and Nigel and Lily went up one more floor to the roof.
When the doors opened, Nigel bolted out, deeply breathing the fresh air. He started to heave again, and he brought the trashcan to under his chin. She came over and gently rubbed his back while he gagged, and he emptied his stomach. They stayed up there for a while, and then they went back to work. He didn't get nauseous for the rest of the day, and was able to run trace like he normally would without any interruptions. When he went home that night, he lay on his bed, hand on his belly. He stayed like that for a while, and got up to make some dinner. After scanning the contents of his kitchen, he decided on soup. As he was waiting for it to be heated up, he thought about the baby. After he had eaten and showered, he climbed into bed. That night's sleep was the most peaceful that he had experienced all week.