Someone squeezed his right arm, and he squinted in their direction. Grace. He tried to talk, but his throat was too dry and the noise too loud.
Carlo sat up straighter and hissed as a wave of pain and nausea rolled over him. What had happened? He looked around, his vision still blurry, and it was too dark to make anything out.
Seconds bled into minutes, and finally, the roar of the engine quieted down to a low buzz.
“Are you okay?” He raised his arm to wrap around Grace. They were strapped into seats, but Grace was leaning into him as much as the seatbelt allowed. He moved as close to her as he could.
“I have no idea.” The way she wiped her cheek made him suspect she was crying, but no matter how many times he blinked, he couldn’t get his sight to clear up. “Are you in pain?”
He was. “It’s okay.” He swallowed hard. “I might puke, though.”