Redhawk Caldera i could write it better than you ever felt it.

A wave of revulsion crashed over Whip's laid out body while bile rose threateningly in his throat. The disgust that washed over his face would not be so easily washed off. "Oh god," he mumbled to no one in particular as he struggled back to his feet. "I'm going to vomit -- I'm actually going to vomit."  

He wretched over himself, dry heaving with ragged breath. He wanted no part in this. Every single part of this stupid trip back had been a mistake."What's wrong with me?!" Whip cried out in exasperation, defensive of his own embarrassment. Deflect. Deflect. "Jesus Towhee, neither of us have the time for me to go throu--"

The swish of her tail hit him like a brick through a window. "Stop that," Whip barked immediately, better self cutting through the heady haze. "This is confusing and I do not like it."