Chappie 30
"Can you just concentrate on getting better and stop moaning at me?" Clay hisses as we step into the hotel. My head swirls and my stomach heaves again. Of all the times to get sick, now was not the best, "I don't need you with me now Clay. I can check in myself. Just go." I mutter wiping the small sheet of sweet which seems to rest endlessly on my forehead. Clay stares down at me for a moment and then he laughs, "OK sure." He says sarcastically. I bite my tongue to stop a pile of swear words escaping my mouth. The lobby in the hotel is packed with people waiting to check into rooms. The floor below my bare feet is shiny white colour, and walls are simple cream littered with a few frames. It's a nice hotel I suppose, better than some of the places we've had. Clay steps up to the reception
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