InGen / Jurassic World

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Owen jolted.

Claire winced as she woke from her pillow's sudden movement. She saw she was leaning on Owen's lap, she blushed but began to move away.

She looked up at him - he looked so tense; his eyes were darting around the room, confused. Claire started to panic, what was wrong?

Owen suddenly noticed Claire's uneven breathing and her movement under his arm. He retrieved his hand from her back as he didn't know how she would react when she realized.

"What's wrong?" Claire stuttered as she started to sit up.

Owen opened his mouth to answer when Claire's suddenly face drained of colour. "Are y-"

Claire cut him off. "Owen I'm going to be sick." She gasped quickly, as if her insides would spill out if she had her mouth open too long.

"Ok, ok, erm..." Owen stood up quickly and spotted the sick bag. "There, in the back seat."

Claire grabbed it, but it wasn't very big.

Owen took it, "This is tiny, you can't use that." He said and chucked it behind him whilst helping Claire up, she was shaking violently.

As he tried to help her come out of the seating area, she kept tripping and they weren't making progress to the side of the boat. Ah screw it. Owen slipped his arm under her legs and picked her up bridal style. Her weak arms tried to push away from him, but nothing happened.

He sped out the room and made it to the side of the boat. He practically flung Claire over the side with a painfully loud thump. Owen immediately felt bad and was about to apologize, when Claire lunged forward and threw up, crying out in pain.

Owen grabbed her hair and she kept being sick for a good 30 seconds.

Claire finally stopped, throat burning. Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell to the floor. Owen sort of caught her, lessening the fall.

He turned slightly to pick her up again, and they went back to the seating area.

She didn't have a single bit of sick on her - it made Owen feel horrible thinking it was probably from recent practice.

He sat her down. She was white. "Claire..." That was all Owen could manage. She flicked her eyes up to his, bloodshot. Her lower lip trembled, then she burst into tears. "Wait, no, don't cry." Owen said as she pulled her into him, he felt her resisting but he was way stronger than she was, so she couldn't do anything about it. Claire was getting a hug whether she liked it or not.

Claire wiggled around in Owen's grip, still crying. "Owen... Let... Go." She stuttered between sobs. She finally pushed herself away from him. He gave her a hurt look which made her heart ache. But he shouldn't do things like that; he said he didn't care. It was like he was using her, he didn't actually love her.

Claire looked at the seat infront, shaking. Owen grabbed the water bottle. "Claire, drink something." He held out the water. She didn't take it, she didn't even flinch - just stared at the seat.

Owen wanted to look for the source of the screams, but he couldn't leave Claire like this. "Please Claire, drink." She shook her head. She started when he held her hand and placed the water in it, then let go again.

After about ten seconds she took a sip, then another. She stopped shaking and calmed down.

Owen had taken back her hand at some point. She looked down at them, then up at him. He pulled her in for a hug. This time she just fell into his chest and wrapped her arms around him.

Owen forgot everything in that precious moment.

*

Claire heard a scream. She jumped and hit Owen in the chin and a yelp escaped him mouth.