Claire looked at the fruit offered and took it. The mere thought of taking a bite made her stomach roll violently. But she knew the benefits if she could even manage a few bites. Still, the nurse couldn't help give it a frown before glancing up at the woman with a slight wince.

"This morning," she answers, slowly leaning more to her left side because it seemed to hurt less in that position. "It started pretty tame but has gotten worse every hour or two. And no one else seems to be suffering from it."

Given the crab boil was the day before, she thought if others were sick that it might have been because of something in the food. Who really knew?