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I let her handle the plane for a short while once we were at cruising altitude, but she put an end to it much sooner than she had before.
“I’m feeling sick to my stomach,” she said. “I don’t know if it’s food poisoning or what, but something’s making me feel queasy.”
“Do you want to go lay down?” I asked.
“I think so,” she said. “Some sleep might help me.”
“I’ll wake you when we get to Seattle.”
“Thank you.”
She headed to the back of the plane, and I was alone with my thoughts. I wanted to focus on flying and how happy I was that I had fixed the plane on my own, but I wasn’t able to shake Laurel out of my thoughts. I wasn’t happy to hear she was sick, and I wished there was a way I could make her feel better.
But, I had to focus on flying, and lying down was the only thing she could do right now.
But still.
Even if it was food poisoning that made her feel this way, I felt for her.
I hated the feeling of being sick, and I didn’t wish it on anyone.
Especially the woman I had fallen so madly in love with.
TWENTY-SIX
Laurel
I was relievedwe finally made it into Seattle, but my stomach was still bothering me to the point there wasn’t much I wanted to do besides just go to bed.
I was grateful to Greyson for being so understanding about that and thanked him over and over again when he helped me check into my room, then went down to one of the nearby convenience stores and bought me a few things to snack on.
Plus some medication to help me with the nausea, though it didn’t seem to do much to help.
I woke the next morning alone in my room. I had fallen asleep with my head on Greyson’s shoulder, but he must have left at some point during the night. I was okay with that, as I did feel guilty for him hanging around in my room with me when he could have been out doing something a lot more fun than watching me feel sick.
But, there was no dissuading him once he found out I was still feeling under the weather by the time we landed. He seemed genuinely worried about me as he found us a ride from the airstrip to the hotel, and even after he’d helped me get comfortable in bed.
“Maybe it was something I ate,” I said. “I wasn’t feeling one hundred percent when I picked up those sandwiches yesterday, and it really got bad after I ate.”
“Could be. I had the same sandwich you did, though, and I feel fine,” Greyson replied.
“But if it was something I had before the sandwich, maybe that’s what set me over the edge,” I told him. “I don’t ever get sick, like ever, so this is really strange for me.”
“There’s always a chance you’re going to get sick,” Greyson replied. “You just have to take care of yourself. Get some rest and try to drink as many fluids as you can. You don’t want it to get worse.”
“I have to get up and go see the new location,” I tried, but there was no way in hell Greyson was going to let me leave to try to see the new project I had looming over my head that night. It was getting close to seven by the time we had finally settled into the room, and I knew if I left at that point, it would be much later before I had the chance to finally get into bed for the night.
So, I had allowed him to be the one to call the shots with me the night before, but now with my alarm going off beside the bed, I knew I had to get up and get going. I was already a day behind and feeling sick to my stomach wasn’t helping the situation.
Ever analytical about how things went with me, I was sure I was inadvertently making the nausea worse by trying to push through it and get my work done. But, the more I laid around, the more nauseous I felt. I didn’t know why that would be other than the fact that I was probably making myself even sicker with the nerves I felt.
I was anxious about this job in the first place, then throwing on the added pressure of making sure I wasn’t late, as well as making sure I met the client’s and Jason’s expectations left me feeling even worse than I had before. And I didn’t know how to deal with that.
The anti-nausea medication that Greyson had gotten me did help a bit the next day, but it wasn’t enough to take care of the problem entirely. And with that being the case, I didn’t want to risk making myself sicker with anxiety.
So, I dragged myself out of bed and called my new client, assuring him I would be there to see the new hotel, and I would be ready to make some progress on the job today. After I hung up the phone, I wasn’t sure how I would be making good on that promise, but I knew I had to try. I hadn’t budgeted the time or the money to get sick on this trip, and with how rarely that ever happened to me, I felt this wasn’t fair.
But, it wasn’t doing me any good to feel sorry for myself, either. I knew I had a job to do and lying around feeling sick to my stomach wasn’t helping it get done. The longer I did that, the more behind with the schedule I became, and that meant I was only adding more pressure onto myself.
