The action took its cost, however, and a rush of nausea whirled over me again.
"No," I groaned, making for the bathroom.
The entrance opened. "Are you okay?"
Gabriel came in and grabbed my hair behind once more.
I paused but nothing came. Finally, I strutted uneasily.
"I am all right. I want to lie down."
He directed me out of the bathroom and into a chamber with an unmade queen-sized bed. I slumped onto it, delighted to be steady and stagnant, even though the room went on to swivel.
He crouched down gingerly on the bed's end, watching me uncertainly.
"I am sorry about this," I notified him.
"Sorry you had to…do all this."
"It is okay."
I shut my eyes. "Courtships suck. This is why I don't date. You just maim people."
"Most nice things come with the stake of something awful," he discerned philosophically.
