C8

"How long are we going to be stuck here?" Indianna wondered, looking up at Greyson who shrugged.

"Your guess is as good as mine," he said and she ran her fingers through her hair.

"It's been two hours," she muttered and Greyson furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"Sugar, are you alright, you look like you're going to be-"

"Sick," Indianna gulped and jumped up from the floor