He then proceeded to projectile vomit over everything.  That is fucking disgusting but I laughed anyway. It deserved it for not listening. Maybe I'll write a children's story about a fat little boy or girl puking their guts out because they have no control over themselves. Actually Roald Dahl might've beat me to it.   I literally told him that I hated him and he just sat there, I threw a bundle of washcloths in his lap, put linens by his bed, got a bucket of water, and then told him and his family I'd be back with his medicine later and I expected him to be clean by the time I got back. Fuck that.  What did it or it's family do after you said that?