Leo is talking, but the only thing Don cares about is the garbage can that materializes in front of him. He sticks his face halfway down it and vomits spectacularly.

Then he does it again.

Then he withdraws, slowly, shiveringly, and carefully moves the can arm's-length away, making sure it stays upright. He releases it, moans, and lowers his head to the floor.

Oh, and now he's wiping the vomity drool leaking down his chin onto the carpet. Oops.

"You're fine. I'm here."

"That's great, Leo," he groans.

Leo seems intent on staying here, so after a moment Don prompts him to go and get a few things that would make life so much better right now. "Towel, Leo. Water."