“Hello, excuse me, miss?” A sweet flight attendant with strawberry blond hair approached me with a bag of peanuts. “I usually don’t do this with passengers, but may I ask you to have some food, please. You look sick and we have noticed that you have not slept or drank or eaten anything this whole time. Would you like us to offer you anything? A sandwich maybe? We have chicken, tuna, and cheese,” she smiled before gesturing behind her where two other attendants were standing near the coach curtain, peeking at me worriedly.
The fact I startled them enough to ask about my wellbeing was quite embarrassing. I tried my best to return a warm smile, however, my lips felt like they were glued permanently into a frown. Instead of facial expressions, I tried using my voice. I croaked, “Than- ahem,
