WILDER WAS GOING TO throw up and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She’d managed to hold it in for the last five minutes, her feelings of panic from claustrophobia battling with the nauseating effects of micro gravity, but she couldn’t control her stomach any longer.
Her shuttle hatch opened, the safety straps slid away, and she floated upward a little, her hand grasping her mouth with all the strength she had.
Vomit in micro-g was not going to go down well with her companions.
“Wilder?” said Cherry. “Are you...?”
“s**t!” Aubriot exclaimed. “She’s gonna throw up.”
Cherry was already pulling her bag out of her shuttle. She ripped it open and began tearing out its contents at lightning speed. A second later she thrust the open bag at Wilder.
She got the bag to her mouth just
