The man──I mean Adrien had cleaned himself up now.
The medic finished taking my vitals, offered me a sympathetic smile, and said, "It's just motion sickness, ma'am. And… you really shouldn't ride coasters on a heavy meal."
Aria coughed loudly. "She ate like a lumberjack on death row. So yes, that tracks."
I glared at her.
The medic scribbled something on a tablet and added, "A little rest and water will help. Try not to run around too much."
Run.
I froze.
Because yes—that was exactly what I'd been preparing to do.
The second the woman stepped out, I immediately tried to stand, because of course I did.
I hopped off the medical bed, aimed for the door like a determined pigeon
Adrien's hand landed on my shoulder like gravity itself. "Sit."
"I'm fine," I muttered, squirming. "I can walk. I can go home. I can disappear into a cave and never show my face again."
