Deimos

You always hated planes, mainly due to heights. You now stood in the hall of a plane and turbulence got worse and worse, you were frozen, unable to move. Your seat was a few rows back and you couldn’t remember why you got up, now you stood in the middle of the hall in the first class area. “Are you alright ma’am?” A male voice calls from beside you, you still couldn’t register what was going on with the fact you were now probably thousands of feet above the ground. “Ma’am, I need you to sit down, now.” The annoyed flight attendant nearly yells out, pointing to a seat. You follow where she’s pointing to see she’s pointing to a empty seat beside the man you were standing near “That’s not my-“ you start but the attendant cuts you off. “I don’t care, you need to sit.” You sigh and begin to make your way past the man, his hands on your hips to steady you and to help you settle in the seat beside him which was a window seat.