Sometime around her third cup of tea Lily had fallen asleep again, and it was only at five in the evening that she woke up. Only it wasn’t the pleasant kind of waking up when your eyes slowly drift open and you can take the time to point your feet and stretch your legs out. Instead, her eyes flew open and she had to clamber out of the bed and run to the bathroom where she threw up the meagre contents of her stomach.
A strange tugging and snapping sensation in her chest a few seconds later only made the nausea worse, but after dry heaving for a few too-long minutes over the toilet bowl, the nausea had finally faded. She was able to stand up on shaky legs to rinse the disgusting, acidic taste from her mouth– a taste that she had had to deal with after the attack not that long ago.
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