THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
Aello sat rigid in her seat on the commercial flight, her face drained of color. Her shoulders were drawn up to her ears, hands clenched in her lap as if bracing against something unseen.
Takeoff had been over an hour ago, but her stomach twisted with a queasy, churning sensation that brought bile to her throat. She was close to losing it.
"Woah, hold up-don't you dare throw up in here. Shit, this is exactly what I warned the boss about."
"Eurgh-" Aello clamped a hand over her mouth and leaned forward, her body doubling at the waist. Sebastian scrambled to his feet, panic cutting across his features as he looked around for something to catch the mess.
"Just—use this." He held out his leather jacket with clear reluctance, his nose crinkling in distaste. Better his clothes than the airline's upholstery.
