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is.”
                George
smiled. “It’s always a girl.”

 
                Peter
leaned against a wall in the flight attendant station, his forearm that Nick
cut with his dirty nails was bandaged, but he didn’t look good. He sweated a
lot and was wobbly on his feet, which was why he braced the wall to keep his
balance.
                “Are
you alright, Peter?” Karen asked.
                “I
don’t know…I feel lightheaded.”
                “Would
you like me to get you some aspirin?”
                “I
already took some, thank you.”
                “Then
perhaps you should sit down for a bit?”
                “I
think you’re right; would you let Mark know?”
                “Sure
thing, go have a rest, we’ll be fine without you for a time.”
                “Thanks,
Karen,” Peter said and left.
                He
walked slowly down the stairs, holding the handrail as he went down to the
economy class section. He was about to proceed to the rear of the plane when
Jeffrey called to him. “Excuse me, mate, can you get two more beers for us,
please?”
                “I’m
sorry, sir, but I don’t work in this section, I’ll send a flight attendant to
take your order.”
                “I
don’t want to place an order, I just want two beers, how difficult is that?”
Jeffrey said.
                “She’ll
be right over,” Peter said and kept going, grabbing headrests for support as he
went.
                “If
he doesn’t work in this section, then why is he going to the back of the
plane?” Jeffrey asked.
                “I
don’t know,” Richard answered.
                Peter
continued to the back of the plane, but he didn’t pass on the beer order to any
of the other attendants that he walked by. He was desperate to get off his feet
as he passed George and Paul.
                George
saw the very light gray blotches on Peter’s pale skin. “He doesn’t look good.”
                “Maybe
he’s just tired,” Paul said.
                George’s
attitude changed as he glanced back at Peter. “Maybe.”
                Peter
reached the back of the plane, which was a rest area for the crew and took a
seat. He leaned his head back and covered his face with both hands; it was
obvious that he wasn’t doing well. A stewardess noticed his discomfort and came
to him. “Peter, are you ill?”
                “I
think so, I’m very dizzy.”
                She
touched his forehead. “You have a fever; I’m going to get you some aspirin.”
                “Good
idea, I should have taken some earlier,” he said in a confused state.
                She
came back a couple minutes later with a drink and the medication. “Here you go,
take this.” she handed him the pills, he swallowed them, she gave him the
drink. “Some ginger ale.”
                Peter
drank all of it and handed her the glass. “Thank you, Elizabeth.”
                “You’re
welcome, get some sleep. If you need anything else, just ask me.”
                “I
bet you taste just as sweet as you are nice to me,” he said and closed his eyes
with a smile.
                Elizabeth
gave him an odd look for that remark and went back to her seat to continue reading
the eBook on her tablet.
                A
moment later, Peter woke up abruptly; he clamped his hand over his mouth to
keep himself from vomiting and rushed over to the lavatory. He closed the door
and locked it.
                Elizabeth
took notice but decided not to bother him.

 
                Peter
quickly made sure that the lock was engaged, and then dropped to his knees and
vomited in the toilet, throwing up all the liquid that he drank. Then