Vomiting all her breakfast, she then lay sickly in the seat.
Lorraine Hanson sat beside her, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, frequently asking about how she felt and if she needed anything.
Tracy kept shaking her head, her delicate eyebrows tightly knit; her stomach felt uncomfortable, completely empty yet sensing something was still surging upwards.
She covered her mouth as the turbulence hit the plane, causing it to jolt, and her head spun dizzyingly as if the world had turned upside down!
"I'm... alright..." she murmured and then closed her eyes, her brows twisted tightly, and her small face scrunched together.
"Tracy?" Lorraine Hanson held her head, looking at her pallid face, a sense of foreboding weighed heavily in his heart. He suppressed it, lifted her from the seat, placing her on his lap, letting her lean in his embrace.
The woman lay motionless, as if she had fainted, then suddenly began to moan softly, her face ashen gray.
