Sam’s POV
We boarded the plane and Oliver made me sit by the window and then he sat right beside me. I had never been on a plane, so Rae and I were excited about that.
Once we were up in the air, I could feel the nausea set in. I laid my head back and took some deep breaths, trying to get it under control, but it wasn’t working.
“I need out,” I told Oliver.
“We are in the air. You can’t just get out.”
“No, I’m going to be sick. You need to move,” I told him, trying to refrain from vomiting.
He got up, and I jumped out of my seat and ran to the bathroom that was the closet. I barely made it in time. By the time I emptied the contents of my stomach, I was feeling a little dizzy. I sat there for a few minutes, waiting to see if it came back, and it did.
A soft knock came on the door, f
