In the middle of the night, I wake up coughing. I'm not sick. I think there's something in the air, making me cough. I open my eyes. I see a greenish gas surrounding my bed. I run out. The gas is throughout the whole hideout. I run straight to Tiir's room. He's still asleep, unaware of the gasses slowly circling him. Fighting back nausea, I shake Tiir awake. "Skye, what is it?" Tiir asks, coughing as he comes to.
"There's a poisonous gas everywhere. We have to get out!" I gasp when the nausea returns. This time, I can't fight it. I hunch over and begin vomiting. Tiir holds my hair back. He rubs my back in soothing circles as I continue to retch. When I finish, Tiir tries to help me. I push him away slightly. "Go help the others! Don't worry! I'll get out alive!" I call, already stumbling to my feet. Tiir nods his head. He goes through the house, gathering everyone and bringing them outside.
When they make it out, I am waiting for them. I am curled in a ball at the foot of the cherry tree, whimpering as waves of pain strike me. Many of the children are suffering the same effects. Those children are vomiting nearby. Tiir is one of the few exceptions. He doesn't appear the least bit ill. Tiir goes to me. He places a hand on my head. "Hush, Skye. Everything will be alright. I love you. Now, get some sleep," Tiir strokes my forehead. I close my eyes. I fall asleep almost instantly.
When I wake up, nausea sweeps across me. I groan. Tiir is sitting beside me. He pulls me into his arms. I nuzzle my face into his chest, seeking some much needed comfort from my beloved. My stomach twists with agonizing pain. It gives a sudden lurch. I begin vomiting on Tiir. I can't help it. I can't resist this nausea. When I finish, Tiir's face doesn't even look appalled. Instead, a concerned look is there. "I… I'm sorry…" Those words come as a worried sob.
"No. It's alright. I'm just worried about you," Tiir says.
I nod my head. My throat is dry. "Can… can I have some water?" I ask.
Tiir brings a cup to my mouth. I drink greedily, my throat parched from fever. "Slow down, or you'll make yourself even more sick," Tiir warns me. After downing the rest of the cup's contents, I settle back down to sleep.