Summer felt like she was floating between a few layers. Like between the realms of awake and sleep. It was a very unsettling feeling. She also felt sick to her stomach. Where was she? How would she get back? She felt herself move as something warm entered her. Unknown to Summer, this was when Jax moved her and tried waking her up. When things settled, she felt herself sink deeper into sleep. This felt much more soothing, even though her stomach was still queasy.
This moment of stillness would last long as noises started penetrating her unconsciousness, and she slowly started to wake up. However, she wouldn't become fully awake though when Isaac started to get physical with the aliens. She jolted upward when he used his plasma cannon and gasped.
The blast caught her off guard so much that she was brought back to when her life changed forever because there was a series of blasts too. She was actually prepared to run again, but her mind, although pounding, started to function and she took in stock of her situation.
Where was she? She looked around and remembered she and her fellow humans were celebrating their 5 year anniversary and she finally gave into trying alcohol. From there everything was a blur. Oh gosh, just what had she been doing? Her cheeks turn red in embarrassment. She felt awful, physically too. Like her mouth was dry, her head was pounding, and her stomach felt worse then when it did when she was on her monthly. She wish she had a mirror. At least her brain was working. She looked around again to see Grace next to her, Isaac suggesting they leave, Buck nearby, and Wolf helping Jax. She saw the remains of an alien who had been obviously blasted by Isaac. It was then she remembered Isaac's words.
"You'll have no objection from me. I feel awful! she replied.
It was then her stomach started to twitch and she stumbled from her seat and raced for the nearest restroom. She got there just in time and when she returned, she was sheet white and exhausted.
"That's the last time I have any of that . . . . stuff. No more drinking for me." she stammered, her voice cracking, eying Wolf with that last bit.
She started heading for the ship, frustrated she wasn't strong enough to help Jax.