May
"I have never known you to be car sick ever in your life," Shell told Hannah as she rubbed her friend's back. She had been throwing up off and on for a day and had been nauseous for three, blaming the rolling of the bus.
"It's got to be the changing elevations and stuff." Hannah panted, trying to keep herself from throwing up again. Black Friday was on stage, and Shell had been dispatched to take care of her friend.
"It's never bothered you before."
Hannah felt her stomach roll again and heaved in a deep breath. "You know when you get older things start affecting you differently."
Shaking her head, Shell got up from where she'd been keeping her friend company on the floor of the bathroom in the venue and walked to her purse. Rifling around, she found what she was looking for. "Her
