My back stayed pressed against Lucian while we walked out of the hall. It probably looked sweet to people. But we're walking like this because I'm trying to stay upright.
Just a few more steps.
I need to stay upright until they can't see me anymore. The moment we turned into the corner where the elevators were, Lucian hurriedly lifted me off the ground to be carried.
"There's no use asking if you're okay, so I'll ask you if there's anything you want instead." He asked while punching the button to the 50th floor.
"Bathroom," I managed to squeeze out.
The moment we left the hall, I started to feel extremely queasy, as if under an intense drunken spell, and it was taking everything in me to keep myself from hurling vomit all over Lucian.
Luckily, he's always been familiar with our personal suites, having stayed there when we were kids.
