Charlos was taken aback and gasped for breath. Two stewardesses were standing next to him, looking at him worriedly.
"Sir, are you all right?" asked the flight attendant.
Charlos couldn't answer. He squeezed his chest, which was rumbling loudly. He swallowed. His face was cold.
The other stewardess handed over a cup. "Here, Sir. Please, drink this."
Charlos accepted. It was a warm cup of sweet tea. Charlos took a sip and handed the cup back to the flight attendant.
"Sir, should we call a doctor?"
Charlos blinked. "No. Please, don't."
"Are you sure? Is there any family we can contact?"
Charlos has an annoying mother who is busy setting him up with Gladys. He doesn't want her to pick him up at the airport.
"Sir?"
"What?" Does he look that bad?
Charlos straightened up. He smelled something stinky, coming from under his feet, right next to his shoe. There was a lot of tissue covering what looked like vomit.
