Help! I'm trapped in a bad Fantasy Novel!

Chapter 16

Whatever was in those drinks was starting to get to them. I was now trapped in Grace's vice grip despite her noodle arms and Lucile was off arm wrestling the Dwarf that was asleep earlier. Everything was kind of a mess.

Grace was spitting out gibberish trying to talk to me as she hugged me uncomfortably, and I was just giving generic responses so she wouldn't kill me.

The bar man was monitoring the arm wrestle, as was I. Lucile still didn't have her glasses back on, and was somehow keeping up against the muscular Dwarf across from her, despite her arms being more like Grace's.

Honestly, the whole situation was overwhelming. "Grace, let me go..." I get no response, and her grip only tightens. Great.

I suddenly hear a great slam against a nearby table, and I look to see the Dwarfs arm pinned to the table with unmeasurable force. Damn. The bar man declares Lucile the winner, but the Dwarf becomes both mad and embarrassed.

I finally manage to break out of Grace's arms, and I hear her make puppy noises as I run over to the stairs and take a seat. It feels like my brain is swimming, and I'm not even the one who drank.

My eyes begin to water, and I rest my arms on my knees. I was sick. I had to be, otherwise I was poisoned somehow by that stuff I ate earlier. Maybe it was the Phoenix up, I don't know.

I start to hear an argument in the distance, and I'm so fed up with the noise that I crawl up the stairs and leave, met with the cold wind of night. The sun has finally dropped.

Unfortunately my body didn't like the temperature change too much, and I vomit then and there. A cold chill goes up my spine and my throat begins to burn.

The pain forces out tears, and I begin walking away to the alley in between the pub and another building. And I sit against one of the walls to escape the wind. I begin trying to catch my breath, waving, but my tears keep me from doing so.

Thoughts of my friends begin to fill my mind madly. Games we played together and chat rooms we opened. To think that this kind of life is a dream to many, yet it's so painful...

I'm basically living the life of an Isekai protag and yet, despite it all I'm not happy. How did I even get here? How do I leave? Why have I become so fucking uncomfortable...

I throw up again in my mouth, but swallow it down in anguish. "Ugh..." The taste made me almost vomit again, but I manage to keep it down as I huddle my knees in. I begin to feel drops of water make contact with my skin.

It was raining, and my hair was about to get soaked. How fitting... "Why, why is all of this happening..." "Because of me." I look up, startled. At the beginning of the alley was Lucile, with her palm on the corner of the wall.

"H-how long were you there?" She shrugs, a sad expression filling her face. "Not long. But I came to check on you. And to say sorry." I try to wipe my eyes, but then realized it was raining. She can't see my tears.

"Why are you saying sorry?" I sniffle, trying my best to stop shivering. "Because it's my fault you're here... But anyway, you're clearly sick. Come on, you're coming inside." She walks up and reaches out her hand. I hesitate, remembering when I first got here. But I grab her hand, and she pulls me up.

"I will get you back home, Clay. I promise." Her eyes lock with mine, and her confidence inspires a small light of hope in me. She holds my hand, and walks me back into the pub. It was pleasant...

We both sit at the counter upstairs, and I lay my head down. She tries to rub my back and calm me down despite her drunken craze, and I can't help but love her for it. She really didn't have to be so nice.

I heard footsteps come up the stairs as someone sits in the seat beside Lucile. I turn my head to see Grace there. "How's the cutie doing, Lucile?" I'm not even going to bother being embarrassed anymore.

"Eh, he's having a rough time. I think he's homesick." Homesick? Is that it? I turn my head back down to the desk and try to relax a little and let the sound of the rain calm my nerves.

"Aw. Poor baby..." I hear Grace say. I want to fight it but I really can't. I've been a little bitch tonight. I laugh to my own emotions tonight, and try to not let the pain of my friends being gone hurt me too much.

I've been hiding it, but it's really getting to me...