"This is your fault, you know," Grosland said haughtily, standing up and getting some pizza. "I'd prepared for weeks for the level of radiation we experienced up there." Beth closed her eyes again and mumbled around the straw.
"I dunno why Erin isn't sick." Grosland looked suspiciously towards Erin, who was drawing on her tablet absently. "It's a bit suspicious, don't you agree?" Beth mumbled again and tried to drink the juice--which slipped from her hand. Gros tsked and picked up the empty cup. Beth groaned and rolled over to hide her face.
"It should only last today. You'll be fit to work tomorrow," Gros said cheerfully. It wasn't clear whether or not she was pleased with Beth's condition. "And you'll just have to trust my notes next time." Beth muttered something that sounded vaguely profane, and Gros pursed her lips. "Now that's no way to thank me."
"Besides, now you'll have an easier time when we go again next time," Erin said brightly, continuing to scribble. Beth didn't answer, so she continued. "I mean, besides being airsick the entire time. You need to think before you do things, dear." She began to whistle through her teeth. Beth rolled over again, looking slightly livid.
"I-" she opened her mouth and began to dry-heave onto the carpet. The other two gave her pitying looks, but left her alone. There wasn't much of anything in her stomach to worry about anyways.
The Bowie poster continued to smirk.
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Aw. Poor Beth.
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