Charlie gasped and sputtered as soon as she felt her feet hit ground, unable to stop herself from falling to her knees on the grass. She felt absolutely wretched. She had thought of herself as pretty resilient--- she almost never got sick, for one, and she wasn't prone to carsickness or anything like that. For someone who got banged up as often as she did, her body bounced back pretty quick too. But this? This was something else. Her coughing turned into heaving, and she soon found herself fighting against her breakfast, which was threatening to crawl back up her throat. For the record, cereal bars tasted like absolute shit the second time around.
Faber, of course, seemed perfectly fine. Having chanced a glance at him, she immediately regretted it. He was just standing there, looking at her with an expression of faint concern, apparently unaffected by the same forces that were even now causing the world to spin slightly for poor Charlie. Of course. As they say, there was never anything that couldn't be made worse by a little humiliation.