The next two minutes felt like hours but, soon, Matt heard, “Scans complete. No protrusions. Transit in…ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”
When the countdown reached one, Matt felt like his body and spirit were being torn apart. The sensation only lasted a second, but the nausea he had been warned about appeared. With a pure effort of will, he was able to keep it down. But from the retching he heard, someone on the other side of the container hadn’t done so well.
The door quickly opened, and a woman's voice asked them to exit. He was happy to comply but had to wait for the others in front of him. The smell of vomit permeated the small space and, through the bond, he felt Aster's sensitivity to the smell as she bolted for the now open door.
As Matt stepped out of
