-Diana's POV-
Blaaaah!
I am doubled over a trashcan throwing up my guts while Marco rubs my back.
"Never- Blaaaah!"
I wipe my mouth off of stomach bile for the fourth time.
"...again." I finish and then repeat. "Never again, Marco."
I feel another wave of emptiness wanting to come up. Emptiness because I don't think I have anything left in me. My stomach contracts and it hurts when nothing comes up.
"I know. We'll drive from now on but..."
"But what?" I whimper.
"Well... what if one of your sisters is overseas?"
I want to cry when he says that. Even in this day in age, I know sea ships are still really slow—not like they used to be but still slower than flying—and it would take days if not weeks to get across the ocean.
"Let's not think about that at the moment."
I look up at a
