Chapter 3
A/N: Alright, here we go, the third chapter. This is where I'm going to actually start writing well...or at least I hope it is. Thank you, those who reviewed for my last two chapters, you've given me a reason to continue. Oh, yes, and for Fallen Wraith: Frollo is going to be in the story. Just a bit further in, so you'll have to wait a while. ( Read on my friends, and Review!
A sudden flash of rainbow light exploded at an upper portion of the spacious turret, sending iridescent rays rushing into every nook and cranny, illuminating the usual gloom that dominated the steeple. Each ray remained for a small length, the longevity of one of such flashes being only for a few seconds, just before they slowly dissipated into the previous dreariness. At that single moment, if one had been standing and looking at the sudden flare, blindness would have been inevitable. Luckily, no one was in the tower. But it would not be that way for so long.
Seconds after the flash occurred, upon one of the high beams that supported the tower appeared a little girl, clothed in a red dress, her movements seeming to suggest a total lack of equilibrium. She staggered precariously forward, barely avoiding a plunge from the narrow timber onto the boards that waited almost two stories below. As the reader will recognize, this little girl is our Lilo, who had just broken through the end of the tunnel.
All was a blur for Lilo and her mind was almost totally boggled by her agonizing ordeal, forcing her down upon her knees, dizziness controlling all movements she made. The smell, sound, and feel of rotting wood irritated her already aggravated senses, leaving her, perhaps, even more ill than she already was.
Darkness encompassed her on all sides, and nevertheless Lilo saw nothing but a seemingly perpetual brightness that plagued her sight. The silence that filled the room was near palpable, and yet Lilo heard the ringing of so many iron bells from her spot on the wooden beam. So many screams and relieved sighs formed themselves in a horrible lump in Lilo's throat, and yet no sound escaped her lips but her labored and sick breathing. Everything, for her, was topsy-turvy, a broken reality. Her senses presented her with no true perception of the world that surrounded her, keeping from her the truth, making her unable to determine whether or not she would be safe where she was. And, that was something that she truly wanted to know. Just after her nausea ebbed enough for her to be able to. And it seemed that that would never come.
The aches that had once harried her slowly descended into obscurity, leaving only a dull pain that presented as much nuisance as several bruises, unlike how they had once been. Lilo drew little opulence from this, her queasiness dominating all her thoughts at the moment. The creak of wood sounded yet again beneath her. Where was she?
Lilo held in the vomit that attempted to force its way up her throat, sitting up as straight as she was permitted and shaking her head as if to clear it. This movement was soon aborted when she realized how much it worsened her condition, and she felt hot frustrated tears rolling down her cheeks. What was she supposed to do?
Finally, after several moments of silent weeping and recovering from her nausea, Lilo decided to open her eyes. The whiteness seemed to fade minutely, allowing her sight enough to be able to make out several shapes in the darkness, but not enough for her to get the proper insight of her surroundings that she wanted. Where Jumba had sent her was a complete mystery to her and she was unsure of what the next course of action would be, and she doubted she would be able to tell, especially without her sight. She closed her eyes once again, then opened them, then began repeating this operation several times, more and more rapidly until she gained back most of her perception, though the best she could achieve still riddled her sight with several glittering orbs.
Once her eyes became keen to the darkness, she took a look around her, finally noticing her tremendous height and feeling her squeamishness returning full force. Lilo was never to be one to feel so frightened about such trivial matters like heights and darkness, but at this moment, she would have to make an anomaly. The conditions didn't make it very easy to be brave.
The moans of the board beneath her increased exponentially, drawing Lilo's attention to whatever it was causing its complaints. She thought in wonder, closing her eyes as the nausea started to reach a recognizable height. The smell of mildew once again reached her nose, and she wrinkled the mentioned body part in disgust and realization. The wood beneath her was apparently very ancient already, its lengthy lifetime rendering it barely able to withstand the excess weight that Lilo burdened it with. The little girl apprehended this in obvious despair, moaning in sadness.
Lilo attempted to think out her situation, but the ever loudening creak of the support beneath her snapped her out of her thoughts every time she neared the answer. Soon, after several attempts, she decided that the only way she would be able to get out safely from the situation was to stay near a stable part of the beam. The only problem was the fact that she was unsure where exactly this safe place was. She moved back and forth across the beam, sliding her bottom across the wooden surface, but everywhere she ended up on, the beams creaked just as loud, sometimes even louder than the area that she had started. Finally, after several moments of rest, she realized that the most supported place on the beam would have to be the place where the horizontal beam intersected with a vertical one.
Lilo started forward on her knees, unsure of which side was closer, the one behind her or the one in front of her, but too dizzy to care to look behind her. Her pace was slow and yet the dizziness remained as horrid as ever, sending frustrated tears down her cheeks. The creaking of the wood became louder with every second she took to reach the intersection.
Suddenly, the moans became even more agitated, now mingled with the slow cracking of wood. Lilo noticed this with obvious fright, and nearly teetered off of the edge of the beam. At that rate, the beam would have already split in half by the time she got to the end. The only way is if she walked or ran. Crawling was taking too long.
So, with several nauseated cries escaping her throat, Lilo attempted to stand, the tears that rolled down her face falling much more freely than before. She wriggled, still unbalanced, and walked forward, the world seeming to spin much faster when she stood. Each step was excruciating, causing more and more dizzying moments with every movement. It was a great challenge for Lilo to ignore the constant spinning.
Deciding that she's not going to get anywhere with the confusing sight before her, Lilo shut her eyes in hopes it would all stop. The nausea seemed to ebb by a small amount, yes, but it still existed, and not only that, Lilo was blinded and was unsure which movement was real or not. But, steadfast to her judgment, she continued anyway.
Sightless to the world around her, Lilo found it much easier to confuse the horrible movement of her mind with the movement of the world, and several times, though unbeknownst to her, she narrowly missed a fatal fall. Lilo didn't need to know such things to feel nervous. Her hearing was becoming much keener to the breaking of the wood, and she was not very happy about it. It was frightening and ominous, which was not something that Lilo wanted it to be. Every time it became louder, she neared death. And, as many are aware of, death is one of the most feared of all things for human beings. Suddenly, after several maddening moments, Lilo rushed forward in a fearful frenzy, noticing how much louder the cracking was becoming. She had done away with all cautious behavior or any thoughts of her illness. She just wanted to be safe. If she just ignored the movement and went forward, then she'd eventually reach the beam. This, unfortunately, was as bad a bit of logic as her decision to keep the transmitter unlocked.
A few steps after she had started her rush, her head gave a particularly violent swing, and, ignoring her logic, Lilo carelessly sped to catch up with the movement. Seconds later, her foot connected with the empty air and she fell, racing toward the floor below.
Jumba and Stitch, meanwhile, stood still in attic, the sounds of footsteps upon the wooden steps below leaving them in a state of panic. Even though they had already sent Lilo through the portal, fully equipped, with her bag of supplies, they were aware of Nani's intelligence. Would it be possible for her to figure what they had done? Perhaps. But more likely not.
Nani appeared at the top of the staircase, an eyebrow lifted, her expression suspicious. She turned her head from side to side, shifted her eyes in a searching motion, then called out her sister's name yet again. "LILO!"
Receiving no answer, Nani looked up and noticed the two figures standing across the way, staring at her.
"Okay, where's Lilo?" she asked accusingly, advancing on the scientist and his creation. The two exchanged a glance, then the large man looked at the woman with a pseudo-confused expression upon his face. Nani's determination did not falter in the least. "Come on, Jumba, where did you hide her?"
"Who me?" Jumba asked innocently, pointing to himself. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Nani. I have been up here all day perfecting my evil genius invention. Little girl is at school, doing all those boring things that little girls do. Now, why don't you just go down those steps and back to work, yes? I have some more perfecting to do."
Nani lifted an eyebrow then changed her focus down to the little blue creature. "Stitch?"
Stitch followed Jumba's lead, pointing to himself then shaking his head in denial. Nani shook her head in disbelief.
"No, really," she said, "where is she? Don't think you can fool me!"
"I am not trying to fool anyone!" Jumba exclaimed defensively. "Lilo is where she is supposed to be. I have seen her walk into bus! Do not blame anything on little blue creature or me. We have done nothing wrong! Well, not today. Right, 626?"
"Ih," Stitch replied, crossing his arms and looking away as if he were offended by the mere notion. Nani crossed her own arms and perused their expressions, before finally turning round and stomping angrily down the steps.
"I'm checking the school," Nani informed them as she made her way to the lower level. "If I find out she's not there, then you two will be in bigger trouble than you ever had before!"
Finally, when her footsteps faded into obscurity, Jumba and Stitch discarded their ruses.
"I doubt that," Jumba said, referring to Nani's last statement. "After all we've done, we'll have to work a lot harder than we have this time to reach that much trouble."
Stitch nodded, stating something in his native tongue. Jumba nodded, smiling.
"Yes, that's right, 626," he agreed, "it's not like we killed her, or anything."
Lilo plunged swiftly toward the planked floors that awaited her below, an unexpected cause of death for the young girl. Lilo's once closed eyes seemed to force themselves open from the sudden rush, and she caught sight of her impending death, and the tears that continued to flow now flew upwards above her head. What was happening now? Had she made a mistake?
That was obvious. Of course she had. So many mistakes in that one day, though some of them may be hidden and others insignificant, but, nevertheless, that was how it was.
As she continued swiftly downward, the world around her seemed to slow down, as if time were playing with her. Lilo felt herself nearly suspended, the planks pace as they neared her slowed, and she felt the anxiety growing within her as she watched them. But she would not see them for long, for, after several seconds, scenes from her short life appeared before her eyes. Some meaningless, depicting those many moments when Nani and her where fighting, or when they were having a good time together, surfing on the beach, but most of them were points in her life when it took a great turn. Like the death of her parents, her moving in with Nani, her adopting of Stitch (Oh, Stitch! If only he were there now, perhaps she would not be on her way to death! Or at least she wouldn't be alone as it happened), and so many other things that she experienced. The slipping of the transmitter seemed to be a resolute image in her head, appearing and reappearing many times against her wishes.
Finally, after several more scenes, both nostalgic and horrible, Lilo felt herself quickening, the slow spell finally subsiding. The sudden rapidity of the approaching boards sent disturbed and alarmed chills up the little girl's spine and she felt her reality twisting and writhing as it neared its end. She had been spinning in the air, apparently. She had thought it was all just dizziness before, but now she realized that it was more than that, seeing that the planks were nearing her head, not her feet. And, she knew that it wouldn't end up feeling anymore pleasant in this position than it had the first. Actually, she expected a lot more pain than she would have had she been flipped over onto her feet. If she had been much older, the thought of a quick death would have been something rather comforting, but, being the child that she was, death was death, no matter the circumstances.
Lilo made an attempt to scream, but realized rather quickly that she had been screaming ever since she had began her fall, and had not until then realized it. She turned away, the tears continuing to fly, her throat continuing to scream. There was nothing she could do, absolutely nothing. She said her good-byes, though she knew that those she attempted to speak to were not, and would not be from then on, able to hear her. As the boards neared, she thought she felt her heart stop beating. Just a little further. Ten feet, eight feet, seven feet...
Suddenly, when Lilo felt all hope disperse from her body, something seemed to rush from the shadows. With a prodigious exclamation, it jumped, snatching the falling girl from the air, and clutching her tight to its chest. Lilo was dumbfounded. Wasn't she just about to die?
They both rolled along the floor from the momentum, her rescuer protecting her from the hardness of the floorboards with its large arms. This continued for a few more seconds, then a sudden bump ensued, simultaneous with the sound of something colliding with wood. And everything was still.
Lilo remained immobile, unsure of what to do, and the creature that now held her seemed to be wondering as well. An awkward silence occurred, both motionless and quiet, the creaking of the surrounding beams the only sound audible at that moment. Lilo felt so odd, obviously anxious, a bit thankful...her emotions a veritable fresco. And a surrealist one at that. So hard to understand.
Finally, as comfort began to seep in, Lilo began to realize how dizzy she was. Her thoughts before had been so preoccupied with the fall that she had discarded any attention to her nausea. Now that all was quiescent and calm, there was a sudden lurch of her stomach and her queasiness began to reappear. She moaned quietly to herself. The mixture of half-digested soda and chips that she had eaten that morning forced itself upward, burning her throat in its wake. Lilo, who had been holding it in for so long found it hard to continue to do so, and therefore, with little care anymore, she allowed the substance to force itself out of her mouth, onto the chest of her rescuer. It was terrible. Lilo, who seemed to have become so overwhelmed at what had happened, fainted almost immediately afterwards, allowing the regurgitated liquid to run down the sides of her mouth.
And, inside the bell tower, the groans and complaints of someone that had just been vomited on echoed across the walls.
A/N: Okay, I thought it would be better, but it ended up not as well as I would've hoped. I promise to try better on later chapters. Let me make some excuses: I am currently sick, coughing, sneezing, the works. Every swallow pains me, my head throbs with every movement. My throat is so clogged in phlegm I'm practically breathing the stuff. It's disgusting. So, I've had difficulty focusing on my work. I blame it on Caitlin. But, excuses amount to little, so I'm asking for reviews. Gimme!
A/N: Alright, here we go, the third chapter. This is where I'm going to actually start writing well...or at least I hope it is. Thank you, those who reviewed for my last two chapters, you've given me a reason to continue. Oh, yes, and for Fallen Wraith: Frollo is going to be in the story. Just a bit further in, so you'll have to wait a while. ( Read on my friends, and Review!
A sudden flash of rainbow light exploded at an upper portion of the spacious turret, sending iridescent rays rushing into every nook and cranny, illuminating the usual gloom that dominated the steeple. Each ray remained for a small length, the longevity of one of such flashes being only for a few seconds, just before they slowly dissipated into the previous dreariness. At that single moment, if one had been standing and looking at the sudden flare, blindness would have been inevitable. Luckily, no one was in the tower. But it would not be that way for so long.
Seconds after the flash occurred, upon one of the high beams that supported the tower appeared a little girl, clothed in a red dress, her movements seeming to suggest a total lack of equilibrium. She staggered precariously forward, barely avoiding a plunge from the narrow timber onto the boards that waited almost two stories below. As the reader will recognize, this little girl is our Lilo, who had just broken through the end of the tunnel.
All was a blur for Lilo and her mind was almost totally boggled by her agonizing ordeal, forcing her down upon her knees, dizziness controlling all movements she made. The smell, sound, and feel of rotting wood irritated her already aggravated senses, leaving her, perhaps, even more ill than she already was.
Darkness encompassed her on all sides, and nevertheless Lilo saw nothing but a seemingly perpetual brightness that plagued her sight. The silence that filled the room was near palpable, and yet Lilo heard the ringing of so many iron bells from her spot on the wooden beam. So many screams and relieved sighs formed themselves in a horrible lump in Lilo's throat, and yet no sound escaped her lips but her labored and sick breathing. Everything, for her, was topsy-turvy, a broken reality. Her senses presented her with no true perception of the world that surrounded her, keeping from her the truth, making her unable to determine whether or not she would be safe where she was. And, that was something that she truly wanted to know. Just after her nausea ebbed enough for her to be able to. And it seemed that that would never come.
The aches that had once harried her slowly descended into obscurity, leaving only a dull pain that presented as much nuisance as several bruises, unlike how they had once been. Lilo drew little opulence from this, her queasiness dominating all her thoughts at the moment. The creak of wood sounded yet again beneath her. Where was she?
Lilo held in the vomit that attempted to force its way up her throat, sitting up as straight as she was permitted and shaking her head as if to clear it. This movement was soon aborted when she realized how much it worsened her condition, and she felt hot frustrated tears rolling down her cheeks. What was she supposed to do?
Finally, after several moments of silent weeping and recovering from her nausea, Lilo decided to open her eyes. The whiteness seemed to fade minutely, allowing her sight enough to be able to make out several shapes in the darkness, but not enough for her to get the proper insight of her surroundings that she wanted. Where Jumba had sent her was a complete mystery to her and she was unsure of what the next course of action would be, and she doubted she would be able to tell, especially without her sight. She closed her eyes once again, then opened them, then began repeating this operation several times, more and more rapidly until she gained back most of her perception, though the best she could achieve still riddled her sight with several glittering orbs.
Once her eyes became keen to the darkness, she took a look around her, finally noticing her tremendous height and feeling her squeamishness returning full force. Lilo was never to be one to feel so frightened about such trivial matters like heights and darkness, but at this moment, she would have to make an anomaly. The conditions didn't make it very easy to be brave.
The moans of the board beneath her increased exponentially, drawing Lilo's attention to whatever it was causing its complaints. She thought in wonder, closing her eyes as the nausea started to reach a recognizable height. The smell of mildew once again reached her nose, and she wrinkled the mentioned body part in disgust and realization. The wood beneath her was apparently very ancient already, its lengthy lifetime rendering it barely able to withstand the excess weight that Lilo burdened it with. The little girl apprehended this in obvious despair, moaning in sadness.
Lilo attempted to think out her situation, but the ever loudening creak of the support beneath her snapped her out of her thoughts every time she neared the answer. Soon, after several attempts, she decided that the only way she would be able to get out safely from the situation was to stay near a stable part of the beam. The only problem was the fact that she was unsure where exactly this safe place was. She moved back and forth across the beam, sliding her bottom across the wooden surface, but everywhere she ended up on, the beams creaked just as loud, sometimes even louder than the area that she had started. Finally, after several moments of rest, she realized that the most supported place on the beam would have to be the place where the horizontal beam intersected with a vertical one.
Lilo started forward on her knees, unsure of which side was closer, the one behind her or the one in front of her, but too dizzy to care to look behind her. Her pace was slow and yet the dizziness remained as horrid as ever, sending frustrated tears down her cheeks. The creaking of the wood became louder with every second she took to reach the intersection.
Suddenly, the moans became even more agitated, now mingled with the slow cracking of wood. Lilo noticed this with obvious fright, and nearly teetered off of the edge of the beam. At that rate, the beam would have already split in half by the time she got to the end. The only way is if she walked or ran. Crawling was taking too long.
So, with several nauseated cries escaping her throat, Lilo attempted to stand, the tears that rolled down her face falling much more freely than before. She wriggled, still unbalanced, and walked forward, the world seeming to spin much faster when she stood. Each step was excruciating, causing more and more dizzying moments with every movement. It was a great challenge for Lilo to ignore the constant spinning.
Deciding that she's not going to get anywhere with the confusing sight before her, Lilo shut her eyes in hopes it would all stop. The nausea seemed to ebb by a small amount, yes, but it still existed, and not only that, Lilo was blinded and was unsure which movement was real or not. But, steadfast to her judgment, she continued anyway.
Sightless to the world around her, Lilo found it much easier to confuse the horrible movement of her mind with the movement of the world, and several times, though unbeknownst to her, she narrowly missed a fatal fall. Lilo didn't need to know such things to feel nervous. Her hearing was becoming much keener to the breaking of the wood, and she was not very happy about it. It was frightening and ominous, which was not something that Lilo wanted it to be. Every time it became louder, she neared death. And, as many are aware of, death is one of the most feared of all things for human beings. Suddenly, after several maddening moments, Lilo rushed forward in a fearful frenzy, noticing how much louder the cracking was becoming. She had done away with all cautious behavior or any thoughts of her illness. She just wanted to be safe. If she just ignored the movement and went forward, then she'd eventually reach the beam. This, unfortunately, was as bad a bit of logic as her decision to keep the transmitter unlocked.
A few steps after she had started her rush, her head gave a particularly violent swing, and, ignoring her logic, Lilo carelessly sped to catch up with the movement. Seconds later, her foot connected with the empty air and she fell, racing toward the floor below.
Jumba and Stitch, meanwhile, stood still in attic, the sounds of footsteps upon the wooden steps below leaving them in a state of panic. Even though they had already sent Lilo through the portal, fully equipped, with her bag of supplies, they were aware of Nani's intelligence. Would it be possible for her to figure what they had done? Perhaps. But more likely not.
Nani appeared at the top of the staircase, an eyebrow lifted, her expression suspicious. She turned her head from side to side, shifted her eyes in a searching motion, then called out her sister's name yet again. "LILO!"
Receiving no answer, Nani looked up and noticed the two figures standing across the way, staring at her.
"Okay, where's Lilo?" she asked accusingly, advancing on the scientist and his creation. The two exchanged a glance, then the large man looked at the woman with a pseudo-confused expression upon his face. Nani's determination did not falter in the least. "Come on, Jumba, where did you hide her?"
"Who me?" Jumba asked innocently, pointing to himself. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Nani. I have been up here all day perfecting my evil genius invention. Little girl is at school, doing all those boring things that little girls do. Now, why don't you just go down those steps and back to work, yes? I have some more perfecting to do."
Nani lifted an eyebrow then changed her focus down to the little blue creature. "Stitch?"
Stitch followed Jumba's lead, pointing to himself then shaking his head in denial. Nani shook her head in disbelief.
"No, really," she said, "where is she? Don't think you can fool me!"
"I am not trying to fool anyone!" Jumba exclaimed defensively. "Lilo is where she is supposed to be. I have seen her walk into bus! Do not blame anything on little blue creature or me. We have done nothing wrong! Well, not today. Right, 626?"
"Ih," Stitch replied, crossing his arms and looking away as if he were offended by the mere notion. Nani crossed her own arms and perused their expressions, before finally turning round and stomping angrily down the steps.
"I'm checking the school," Nani informed them as she made her way to the lower level. "If I find out she's not there, then you two will be in bigger trouble than you ever had before!"
Finally, when her footsteps faded into obscurity, Jumba and Stitch discarded their ruses.
"I doubt that," Jumba said, referring to Nani's last statement. "After all we've done, we'll have to work a lot harder than we have this time to reach that much trouble."
Stitch nodded, stating something in his native tongue. Jumba nodded, smiling.
"Yes, that's right, 626," he agreed, "it's not like we killed her, or anything."
Lilo plunged swiftly toward the planked floors that awaited her below, an unexpected cause of death for the young girl. Lilo's once closed eyes seemed to force themselves open from the sudden rush, and she caught sight of her impending death, and the tears that continued to flow now flew upwards above her head. What was happening now? Had she made a mistake?
That was obvious. Of course she had. So many mistakes in that one day, though some of them may be hidden and others insignificant, but, nevertheless, that was how it was.
As she continued swiftly downward, the world around her seemed to slow down, as if time were playing with her. Lilo felt herself nearly suspended, the planks pace as they neared her slowed, and she felt the anxiety growing within her as she watched them. But she would not see them for long, for, after several seconds, scenes from her short life appeared before her eyes. Some meaningless, depicting those many moments when Nani and her where fighting, or when they were having a good time together, surfing on the beach, but most of them were points in her life when it took a great turn. Like the death of her parents, her moving in with Nani, her adopting of Stitch (Oh, Stitch! If only he were there now, perhaps she would not be on her way to death! Or at least she wouldn't be alone as it happened), and so many other things that she experienced. The slipping of the transmitter seemed to be a resolute image in her head, appearing and reappearing many times against her wishes.
Finally, after several more scenes, both nostalgic and horrible, Lilo felt herself quickening, the slow spell finally subsiding. The sudden rapidity of the approaching boards sent disturbed and alarmed chills up the little girl's spine and she felt her reality twisting and writhing as it neared its end. She had been spinning in the air, apparently. She had thought it was all just dizziness before, but now she realized that it was more than that, seeing that the planks were nearing her head, not her feet. And, she knew that it wouldn't end up feeling anymore pleasant in this position than it had the first. Actually, she expected a lot more pain than she would have had she been flipped over onto her feet. If she had been much older, the thought of a quick death would have been something rather comforting, but, being the child that she was, death was death, no matter the circumstances.
Lilo made an attempt to scream, but realized rather quickly that she had been screaming ever since she had began her fall, and had not until then realized it. She turned away, the tears continuing to fly, her throat continuing to scream. There was nothing she could do, absolutely nothing. She said her good-byes, though she knew that those she attempted to speak to were not, and would not be from then on, able to hear her. As the boards neared, she thought she felt her heart stop beating. Just a little further. Ten feet, eight feet, seven feet...
Suddenly, when Lilo felt all hope disperse from her body, something seemed to rush from the shadows. With a prodigious exclamation, it jumped, snatching the falling girl from the air, and clutching her tight to its chest. Lilo was dumbfounded. Wasn't she just about to die?
They both rolled along the floor from the momentum, her rescuer protecting her from the hardness of the floorboards with its large arms. This continued for a few more seconds, then a sudden bump ensued, simultaneous with the sound of something colliding with wood. And everything was still.
Lilo remained immobile, unsure of what to do, and the creature that now held her seemed to be wondering as well. An awkward silence occurred, both motionless and quiet, the creaking of the surrounding beams the only sound audible at that moment. Lilo felt so odd, obviously anxious, a bit thankful...her emotions a veritable fresco. And a surrealist one at that. So hard to understand.
Finally, as comfort began to seep in, Lilo began to realize how dizzy she was. Her thoughts before had been so preoccupied with the fall that she had discarded any attention to her nausea. Now that all was quiescent and calm, there was a sudden lurch of her stomach and her queasiness began to reappear. She moaned quietly to herself. The mixture of half-digested soda and chips that she had eaten that morning forced itself upward, burning her throat in its wake. Lilo, who had been holding it in for so long found it hard to continue to do so, and therefore, with little care anymore, she allowed the substance to force itself out of her mouth, onto the chest of her rescuer. It was terrible. Lilo, who seemed to have become so overwhelmed at what had happened, fainted almost immediately afterwards, allowing the regurgitated liquid to run down the sides of her mouth.
And, inside the bell tower, the groans and complaints of someone that had just been vomited on echoed across the walls.
A/N: Okay, I thought it would be better, but it ended up not as well as I would've hoped. I promise to try better on later chapters. Let me make some excuses: I am currently sick, coughing, sneezing, the works. Every swallow pains me, my head throbs with every movement. My throat is so clogged in phlegm I'm practically breathing the stuff. It's disgusting. So, I've had difficulty focusing on my work. I blame it on Caitlin. But, excuses amount to little, so I'm asking for reviews. Gimme!