It was so hard to focus on one thing when I was seeing things double, triple, and even more. I looked outside the window and the buildings were moving, stretching, and growing like a weed. Everything was a blur, and I had no idea what was real and what wasn't.
The more I was being driven, the worse it kept getting to the point where I was feeling nauseous. My stomach was churning and I could barely keep myself sitting upright. I felt like I was going to puke any moment.
"I think I'm going to be sick," I managed to say before grabbing my stomach.
He glanced at me for a second before turning his attention back to the road, "Hold on, Ivy."
I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes, trying to focus on something else. Anything other than what was happening. I felt like I was tr
