The ride was long and arduous. Avina did not take another pill for fear that she would use them all. So while silence was amidst this trio, Avina was also experiencing the worst car sickness known to man.
'I feel like I'm about to barf,' Avina whispered as her hand flew to her mouth, hoping and praying she wasn't going to throw up her entirety. A road bump did not help her wishes.
'Hold it in, Host!' 5025 cried in fright. It quickly rushed over and covered her mouth as well. 'Ask for a barf bag or something!'
Her head felt light while her feet felt like iron plates melted to the van's bottom. Her stomach clenched itself tightly, winding tightly without letting go of a single second of relief. One hand wrapped around her tummy while the other covered her mouth - the picture of pain.
Yeni placed down her phone and finally realized her predicament. Her brow lifted and she asked, "You okay?"
'Okay? Does this look okay to you!'
