Lillian
I bent over the sink with Zayden holding my hair up. This was the third time I was emptying my stomach through my mouth this morning. We haven't even gotten on the plane yet and I was already air sick.
Zayden had to delay the flight despite my protest, we were now to depart by evening.
"That's gross," Zayden said covering his mouth with a disgusted look on his face.
I nudge his stomach with my free hand while glaring at him. He released a chuckle and helped me up.
" Can we take a bus instead?" I batted my eyelashes at him.
" Nope, planes are safer." He walked me back to our bedroom and I collapsed on the bed.
" I don't feel good." I groaned. I felt tired, my bones felt stiff and just the thought of being thousands of feet in the air made me want to puke again.
Why did I
