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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Mark

Mark woke up at four. He had only gotten three hours of sleep, but decided to stay awake for the hour and a half left of the trip. He sat and stared out the window until Alexis stirred, stretched, and then moved positions, laying her head on to his shoulder. He smiled, and set his hand onto her thigh. He had missed her so much when she was gone. It almost killed him not being able to go after her.

The thought that death would be less painful than losing her had crossed his mind multiple times, but he always stopped right before he threw himself over the rail. He knew that Alexis would need him eventually, all he had to do was find the right way to get to her. He found that way, and now she was back. He will never, ever, let her go again.

Mark's thoughts were interrupted when Amy leaned forward.

"Aim, you okay?" he asked, leaning over to see her.

"I don't feel good Mark." She said, unbuckling her seatbelt and standing up.

"Oh God..." Mark said under his breath. He had known this was going to happen, Alexis had told him she gets motion sick. He had just hoped she would be awake to deal with it when it did happen. Mark was tough, could deal with anything, but his only weakness, his Kryptonite, was vomit.

Amy put her hand over her mouth and gagged. Mark glanced at Alexis, panicking, but chose not to wake her. He had to be a man now and get over it.

He unbuckled, and stood up, grabbing Amy's hand. He pulled her to the rear bathroom, trying to avoid Gunther, but it was locked.

"Shit." He whispered.

"Marrrkkk." Amy groaned, gagging again.

"Hold on Bud, keep it together one more second."

He dragged her up to the front praying that Gunther was asleep. As they approached his row, Mark peered forward, and saw, to his relief, that he was fast asleep snoring loudly. He pulled Amy forward and barged into the bathroom. She immediately vomited into the toilet. He gagged and had to turn around, breathing in the disgusting scent that wafted up from the vile. He coughed, composing himself. This wasn't about him getting over his weakness, this was about Amy.

"You okay Aim?" He asked, rubbing her back. He turned to face her for a moment, but had to look away again before he up-chunked himself. She puked in response.

She was just emptying her stomach when the door behind them slid open. He must have forgotten to lock it in his panicked state.

"Sorry, this is occup-" He started.

Alexis limped in.

"I fall asleep for two hours and wake up with both of you gone. It's unbelievably relaxing for me." She said sarcastically, glaring at Mark.

"It's not his fault." Amy said, turning around. Her face was still a little green. But then again, so was Mark's. She gagged, turned around one more time, and spit up what was left in her stomach. Mark gagged again, and turned around. Noticing his squeamishness, Alexis laughed.

"A little puke make Superman uncomfortable?" She teased. He glared at her and moved out of her way, it was getting a little snug in that bathroom, especially with the crutches. And more than a little bit smelly. She limped passed him, and reached into her backpack. She pulled out a cosmetic bag and unzipped it. The inside was lined with tampons and pads. Mark backed up, feeling even more uncomfortable.

"Oh man up." Alexis said, noticing his squirming. She reached in and retrieved a toothbrush and toothpaste. She handed them to Amy and she vigorously brushed her teeth, getting rid of the acidic taste.

"Mark will you check if Gunther is still asleep, his breathing seemed light when I walked passed."

"Happily." He said, leaving the bathroom. He came back and nodded, but warned her to hurry up. Amy finished and they made their way back to their row.

"Well that was interesting" Mark sighed, letting them back in.