Snippet #2019219

Mikhail had been in that strange haze where your eyes are open but you're not really aware of your surroundings. It was comforting to listen to something in Russian, and he had zoned out entirely, and, for all intents and purposes, asleep.

This changed abruptly when he felt a slight breeze. He blinked in time to see a girl rush past him, a hand pressed to her mouth and another around her stomach, looking sick. He pulled his earphones out just as she ran out. She almost looked...panicked. Was it nerves? Or something else?

He looked around. No one seemed to notice. Without much of a second thought, he ditched the orientation (he hadn't been paying much attention anyways) and followed the girl. He saw her stumbling down the hallway, probably towards a bathroom. He chased after her.

When he was right behind her, he grabbed her shoulders lightly to stop her. "Hey," he asked, "Are you okay?"