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Chapter 29, I Had A Crush On You (Ep. 7: The Bite)
This was the worst Gwen's ever felt.
Coming down from an all-time high just to fall back into her senses had been much worse than she anticipated. From feeling like she was on top of the world and being overjoyed with a new level of confidence, she was disappointed to be back to her ordinary self.
No more joking around. No more ignoring the troubles coming after them, because they were still being chased by Russians and only now that she's sober, she saw the severity of it.
It had been a few minutes since she came barging into the bathroom and it didn't seem to get any better. Whatever those guards gave them must have been really strong if it was making her incredibly sick.
Her throat ran dry as she held her hair back into a messy ponytail. The pit of her stomach burned and her chest heaved with every struggle that felt like blades were cutting through her. She tried gasping for breath, but every time her chest constricted, more fluid came out, allowing for a few tears to escape the corners of her eyes.
She had never been this sick. Not even after getting food poisoning when eating a piece of undercooked chicken her mother made. Hell, not even when she rode the same roller coaster three times because Dustin kept wanting to go on it. This felt different, much worse and more painful.
Not sure how much time had passed, exhaustion began taking a toll on her that she ended up sprawling all over the floor. Her legs were stretched out against the door and her hair was laid flatly on the tiles. They felt quite refreshing on her back that she couldn't be bothered to care for how dirty the floor was.
Gwen wished to leave this mall and head home to take a nice long shower and get under the covers of her plaid cotton sheets. She wanted to leave and never have to set foot into this building again, but with those Russians still looking for them, it wasn't safe to go home until who knows when.
"You guys alright?" Steve asked, eyes focusing on the ceiling to see if it stopped spinning.
"I think I'm good," Robin softly said, and lay on the floor with her legs pressed against the stall.
"Pretty sure I'm all emptied out," Gwen leaned forward and pushed her knees together as she buried her head in her arms. Having the drug in her system had surprisingly taken the pain in her face and limbs away, only now that it was gone, her aching had become magnified.
Steve didn't say anything after that. She heard him make his way to her stall and noticed his blue sneakers coming closer to the door. He stood hesitantly for a while, as if waiting for her to say the words. She faintly smiled and held the bottom of the door to pull it open.
"I didn't want to be alone over there."
Robin scoffed and kicked the stall, "Get used to it, dingus."
