Jaessa POV
The pain and nausea begins to subside just before the pilot announces that we will soon be arriving into the Iran airspace. I struggle to stand to my feet, feeling depleted from all of the vomiting. I wash my face in the sink before I exit the lavatory and return to my seat.
“You ok?” Trystan asks me and I nod my response. “You sure? You look kind of like death.” He continues to pry.
“I’m fine.” I murmur and he gives up, although his expression makes it clear that he doesn’t believe me.
A short while later we are descending before we touch down on the runway. Once we roll to a stop and the all clear is given, I unbuckle my seat belt and stand to retrieve my backpack from the overhead compartment, however Trystan beats me to it, and slings my bag over his shoulder. I
