373 - Mother, Don't Kill Me

I was about to vomit down Joras's back from all the jolting in my gut.  I couldn't even tense against his shoulder driving into my stomach, my hair now plastered across my face.  I saw the dart appear in his hip and could only hang there and wait for what came next.He stumbled.  We fell forward as he was continuing to try and run and landed hard, tangled together. I couldn't see what I hit or