to be pale around the gills, to look like death warmed over
Contexto
I glance over and Theresa’s curled up a bit, and I can see and she’s already a little green about the gills, that sloe-eyed open-mouthed pant. I reach back behind her seat to where I keep the coffee bags for getting sick in and hand on to her. To my surprise she immediately retches into it, not a lot, because she didn´t eat my lunch, but enough to make me worry that’s not solely airsickness.