[Billy hazards to sniff his glove after he pulls it out of her mouth, and then gags louder than before. His eyes water, the clean glove still clapped over to his mouth as he scrambles up and stumbles to the trash can provided for lint disposal purposes. He heaves (a whole lot of nothing - Billy, eat a sandwich) into the trash can, then dry heaves one last time before he strips his gloves off and slam dunks them into the trash can.
ARE WE DONE HERE. WE'RE DONE HERE. BYE. THE DOCTOR IS OUT.]
cw: emeto goddamnit
ARE WE DONE HERE. WE'RE DONE HERE. BYE. THE DOCTOR IS OUT.]