Rylee’s POV
I couldn’t stay focused and eventually agreed to let Kris drive. I felt dizzy and nauseous. “You look pale Rylee. Kris, we need to skip the next pack and get him somewhere where he can lie down.” Erin tells Kris. I think it’s Erin anyway,
I wanted to say no. We have to stay on point. We have missed so many packs already. Then I felt sweat running down my face. But what I said was “Pull over.” The vehicle stopped just in time for me to open the door and fall to the ground, where I vomited.
“You’re not okay,” Kris says sympathetically. I can’t move my head to look at her. I stay where I am, on all fours on the ground, looking at the contents of my stomach.
“Kris. There is a motel a few miles away,” Lacie says.
“Do you think you can make it, Rylee?” Kris
