He closed his eyes, focused on his breath, and tried to center himself. The nausea came in waves and seem to saturate every fiber of his being. He tried to detach himself from the physical discomfort and become a dispassionate observer. It took four tries and seven different techniques until he became that floating eyeball. He opened his eyes and observed the chaos that was all around him. It was grim. The mission had gone sideways and there would be hell to pay for it.
His life support HUD was blinking yellow. His air filtration system had been compromised. The air in his suit was now a slightly toxic mix. Nothing that would kill him, but it was causing the nausea. His team members were nowhere in sight and there was nothing to do but move forward. He gingerly stood up and began to plunge ahead into the darkened airlock.