Zane
“Hey, it’s going to be ok?”
I could barely answer my sister as I le
ant over the edge of the boat and emptied my stomach in a long stream There wasn’t much more I could throw up now. My stomach would soon be empty surely, but it seemed never ending.
It was official cats did not like water.
“Gonna die.” I managed to croak before the boat hit another wave and a fresh torrent of vomit fell from my lips.
Crystal didn’t stop her smooth slow circles on my back, but her voice was full of laughter. I swivelled my eyes in her directions blearily.
“You’re not going to die Zane. Stop being so over dramatic.” Over and over again she rubbed my back, until there was nothing else to throw up. Nothing but a long trail of spittle clung to my lips. I wiped it away with the back of my hand bef
