Atlas
“Griffin, are you ready to go?” I call into her room. I had just gotten done with handing our luggage to the omegas and making a phone call. I step further into the room and hear her retching in the bathroom. I walk in to find her huddled over the toilet puking.
“Do I look ready to go?” She snarls and proceeds to continue emptying her stomach. “This is what I get for f*****g eating,” She says, and I can hear the tears in her voice.
Sighing, I kneel beside her and touch her back. “I’m sorry that you don’t feel good.”
Her red eyes glare at me. “It's your god damned fault-“ She dry heaves. “f**k-“ She sits back on the floor and starts to sob. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”
“It’s sort of my fault,” I try to smile at her.
She starts to stand up and is a little unsteady on her f
