"Are you okay?" Tom asked and tried to look you in the face, but you looking down at the bus' floor made it hard for him. You sighed. "Yeah,” You were actually feeling like puking. Your eyes were barely open, but you tried to keep them open. Which was hard when you felt so sick but you knew that it could help with watching where the bus was driving and your surroundings, you felt an arm go around your back and a hand resting on top of your left shoulder. "Are you sure?"