My palms were sweaty, and my thighs chaffed together with each step I took. I finally put my legs to rest and sat in the hard, strangely familiar feeling of the dull airport seat by the exit row of the plane. I was nervous my odor would repel anyone passing by, but also glad that I could have the row to my self.

The trip from LA to Seattle was about 2 hours and 30 minutes, obviously, there were no airports near where I would be staying so it would be a long Uber ride as-well, eating Chipotle before the plane was my first mistake, my second was not renting a car. 

The loud drone of the engine started to die down as my ears adjusted to the soothing white noise. I closed my eyes and felt a sudden dark veil of exhaust overcome me.

I woke up harshly by two young, probably about college aged women shaking me abruptly with a deeply concerned look crossing their eyes.

A sudden sense of shame overtook me as I took a deep breath. "Sir you will need to exit the plane as this is a serious biohazard"

I looked down and to my fright I was sitting In a pile of deeply colored warm liquid chunks of my own shit. "Oh my god..." I said in a shaky tone under my breath avoiding eye contact. 

The blonde women who must of been the youngest told me they had a wheelchair ready for when I get off of the plane. At this point I noticed we had landed. "Shit", I muttered, "We aren't in Seattle are we?". 

"Sir we have to remove you now for mandatory cleaning and medical review" the blonde was obviously getting annoyed and needed me to get off but I need to know where I am.

I grabbed the blonde women by her pale wrist and demanded answers. "I said where am I?" I spat through clenched teeth. I understand that they need me to leave but need answers.

 "You are in Billings Logan International" The nameless blonde girl said as she looked at her coworker.

"Where the fuck is that?!" I was starting to freak out, I could feel my airways closing as the plane seemed to shrink somehow. I really need a Xanax. 

"You are in Billings Montana Sir, approximately a 13 hour drive to Seattle." The girls were obviously over me. I grabbed my overhead luggage and walked off the plane where the wheelchair was waiting for me. I sat down and pulled out my phone, it was warm and a deep brown or no... red? Oh my god. Hopefully Forks has a hospital because this can not be healthy. I wiped my phone on my pants and tried to turn my phone on but it wouldn't turn on. 

"Is there a phone I could use at the hospital?" I was beyond embarrassed at this point.