Please don’t let him do this. Not now, not here in my car. Then suddenly Dylan lurched forward, giving a loud heaving sound as he erupted the contents of his stomach. Some of it splashed against the dashboard in front of him, and the remainder of it landed in his lap. Horrified by the display in front of her, Maya glanced back and forth between the road to Dylan, unable to decide if she wanted to stop or just keep on going. A groan of misery escaped his lips. “Maya, I feel terrible.” Leaning his head against the back of the seat, he swallowed a few times, as if he was struggling to keep from throwing up again. “I’m pulling over so you can get some fresh air.” She turned the wheel to pull the car onto the highway shoulder, but Dylan protested. “No, don’t do that. I’ll be fine. Just finish taking me…Just take me—” A loud belch ejected from his throat, signaling the onslaught of a second round of sickness. The bright lights of an oncoming car suddenly blinded Maya, and as she gave a sharp turn of the wheel, the car swerved to the left, causing the upper half of Dylan to fall against her lap.
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