Lost in the Spin

Hirvan's face was pale, cold sweat covering his forehead. His finger twitched weakly, gripping his stomach as waves of nausea surged through him. His eyes were tightly shut, trying to suppress the nausea desperately.

Benji, blissfully unaware of Hirvan's suffering, had been dragging him from one dizzying ride to the next. Hirvan had tried to keep up, suppressing his discomfort out of sheer stubbornness, but the relentless spinning, jerking and twisting of the amusement park had taken its toll.