"Let me do it. If you're not careful, your head's going to fall off," Alastor said, frustration starting to mount again.

He tried mentally counting as he started pulling the sweater up over his shoulders. He carefully removed Vox's arms from the sleeves before pausing to study the new issue.

"I'm going to go slow for this part. I don't want to rip your head off."

The nausea churned away but he ignored it for the moment. Once Vox was done, then he could vomit.