"Pardon? What are you feeling right now?" Ellen asks.
I feel so dizzy and queasy all of a sudden. "Ellen, I...I..."
Yep, no, I can't let it out. Instead, I rather let something else out. Like food.
Rushing over the deck and shoving people out of my way, I throw myself over the ledge of the ship. I can barely feel hands on my waist, catching me, as I puke my breakfast and feed the fishes in the sea below.
Hands alternate between circling and patting my back, making me feel a little better and a little less seasick.
"Guess you were feeling so bad you want to throw yourself over the ocean? Who knew you are this nauseous when riding a ship," I can hear Ellen muse from behind me.
Well, not surprising that he's the one who's caring for me. I mean, who else would have followed me so quickly
