AN: I apologize for the delay in getting these out. I decided I wanted to post these three chapters together, and the last one took a little while to finish. On the bright side, it is a bigger update :)
Sam had one hand propped against the narrow wall as she stared down into the toilet bowl. When the flight attendants started passing around food, she found she was starving. But it had only taken a couple bites to realize her mistake. She threw it up almost immediately, but there was little of substance for her body to eject. The bowl remained nearly empty but the nausea had barely eased. Sam was so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice the small sink digging against her hip.
Nothing else was going to come up, and Sam almost wished it would so she could feel at least a modicum of relief. She flushed the toilet and turned to the sink. Her face was pale, and she spent a minute just looking at herself. When she snapped herself out of it she turned on the tap and started rinsing out her mouth. Even though she knew the attempt to wash out the taste was useless. She drank very little of the water, not wanting to give her stomach an excuse for a repeat performance. Then she turned the tap on hot and tried to rub some color into her features. She was only slightly more successful with this endeavor.
Returning to her seat, Sam was glad to have the row to herself. She slid all the way to the end, curling up against the window. Despite how tired she was, between her physical discomfort and general uneasiness, sleep was elusive. The rest of the flight was spent drifting in and out of that space between asleep and awake. Until she swore she could feel the presence of her captors. Dull whispers in the back of her head that caused her eyes to snap open and any thought of sleep to be forgotten.
At that point the announcement came on that the plane would be landing soon. Sam looked down at her watch. 5:48. The sky had begun to lighten, and before long the sun would be making its way up. Idly she wondered just how well she was doing at covering her tracks. Sure she had used a false ID, rushed as it was. But there was nothing to be done about it, she had had little time and even less money.
When she finally got off the plane Sam walked with purpose. There was little more than momentum driving her on, her body simply wanted to stop. She needed to keep going a bit further at least. People gave her a wide berth. Sam didn't take the time to ponder why, she knew she must look like hell but she couldn't bother herself to care. Besides, it meant even fewer interactions she'd have to deal with. Interacting was yet another thing she had little energy for, and lacked the desire entirely.
Sam pulled a buss schedule from the wall. With relief she saw one would be arriving in twenty minutes. From there she could transfer off and reach her final destination.
Sighing heavily, she all but collapsed onto the wooden bench.