The first thing Axel remembered in waking up was turning over and vomiting
Sterling's shoes.
He'd never reacted well to drugs and these foreign ones were no
different...except his reaction to them was much worse than any nausea he had
experienced before.
It burned down to his core and through his veins and he felt that if he
hadn't already thrown up all of his internal organs he would soon enough.
For a moment the nausea subsided and he rolled against the wall and stared
around.
Not much of what he saw made since to him.
Six wooden walls surrounded him and reminded him of a story he had read
when he was still in elementary school.
What was it called? He wondered dreamily. Oh yeah, The Boxcar Children...or
something like that.
He also saw Sterling and Toby.
Sterling leaned against the opposite wall with his legs crossed and a
grimace on his face and Toby sat in the corner hugging his knees to his
chest.
But neither of them was sick.
Great, he thought. I'm the weak one.
The nausea returned, he heaved for a few more minutes then sunk back into
unconsciousness.
