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Ronnie had been in the toilet emptying his stomach up until the countdown. With a groan he flushed, then staggered upright, knowing he shouldn't miss the countdown. Going to the doorway he'd watched, smiling weakly, his face pale and sweaty before he ran back and puked some more. Just as he flushed his latest upheave the boat had started freaking out. His first thought after being tossed into the bathroom hallway was that he was going to be sick again, but afterwards he became aware of the deafening breaking and pounding of bodies and object and the screaming made him aware of how dangerous this was, exactly. He clung to the stalls, trying to block out the screaming and his own stomach pains and delerium.
Hell hath no pain like being sea-sick on a boat that, for all he knew, was trapped in a giant whirlpool. The stall door slammed at his back, but he barely noticed, simply clinging until finally, after ages, the boat stopped moving.
Ronnie promptly collapsed to the floor, dry heaving repeatedly until he nearly passed out. Everything had gone quiet and still.
He lay, shaking, his radio starting to go beserk as security from all over the ship started calling in, panicked and reporting an untold amount of destruction. The buzz made Ronnie groan, and he slowly staggered to his feet, legs failing and causing him to collapse again. Then the thought of all the people outside, in danger, dawned on him and he groaned, pulling himself forward and crawling on all fours out of the room. He grunted, looking around in amazement and horror at the destruction. It was amazing how much damage had been done, and the smell of blood and alcohol was almost overwhelming. Ronnie dry heaved again, then pulled himself to his feet unsteadily.
"Oh. Shit," he groaned, grabbing his radio and then putting it down. It was still busy. He groaned and went to the first body he could reach, a young woman. He flinched, then tripped and hit his knees, cutting them on the broken glass on the floor.
"Miss? Miss! Are you awake, can you hear me?" he said, voice raspy and panicked. If her eyes were open but she wasn't awake.... he wasn't sure he could handle that. He looked up, then groaned. So many bleeding people.... No way he could help them out. Seeing other people slowly getting up he took a deep breath, shouting as loud as he could. "Hey. Hey! If you can stand. If you can think, for god's sake check on somebody else and if they're bleeding, stop them! Help them!"