Phantom Hollow a slab in the morgue

Escape!!

Although their union was temporary, the sensations that followed were not. She felt rage and it was obvious why; he on the other hand was just sick, and nothing could stop the waves of vomit that kept reaching up his gullet. Bile dribbled from his chin as he heaved, until there was nothing left and he was gagging on the tail-end of everything.

Screech didn't really hear what she was saying. It didn't matter. He could see her in his periphery (sort of, poorly,) as she spasmed against the snow, trying to clean off. A part of him was cognizant enough to think, 'Good thing my eye wasn't there or she'd have gouged it with her fuckin' face,' which then made him wonder what was on her nose?

And then, again, more vomit.

While she was distracted and trying to clean up (which might've taken a few minutes to a few hours depending on how grossed out she was, and since he was seriously grossed out himself, Screech decided he had the time to spare), he scrambled around her as she pecked at the snow, careening away before the two of them could continue this ridiculous tango di sangue.