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Amelia followed them in, keeping completely silent as she watched the older girl set the younger one of the sofa. She herself, took her backpack off and set it on the floor, pulling out some food. She left it there for them to help themselves, as she retreated to what she felt was a comfortable distance. Mia watched as Madeline helped herself and the little girl slept, though from the tension in her body she could tell that it wasn't a peaceful sleep at all. Never tearing her eyes from the girl's face, she began to wonder what it would be like to have a child of her own. She'd never really thought it would be her sort of thing, even though she was the motherly type who loved kids. Had she now missed her only chance to be a mum? Right then, she didn't think she could meet anyone who made her feel the way Harry had and to be honest, she didn't really want to. Her heart had been broken once and it wasn't something that she wanted to happen again. Just the thought of his smile made her want to burst into tears, but she had other things to worry about, like surviving and apparently now helping these two survivel.

It startled Mia when the girl woke screaming and she broke out of her trance to see what the problem was. She looked frightened and Mia felt a wash of sympathy, causing her to get up and go to her side as well as Madeline. As she did, she noticed the girl staring at her and then crying harder. Stopping where she was, she frowned deeply, afraid that she had caused the girl more fright. She didn't move any further, instead watched the girl fall asleep from where she was. What had caused that outburst when the girl had looked at her? It made her squirm, her stomach twisting and clenching. She felt sick. Why? Was something wrong with her? She glanced at Madeline and quickly excused herself to the bathroom. Once there, she locked the door and stared at her reflection in the tiny mirror. She looked pale and the feeling in her stomach was still there. Without warning, she felt the need to be sick. Leaning over the sink, she was violently sick, wretching and sweating. Why did she feel so ill?

Fear gripped her, as she straightened up, her face was ashened. Was the illness coming back? Would it finish her off this time? She gulped, remembering the intense pain and agony last time. Wretching again, she was sick, but brought up nothing more than bile. She had barely eaten anything and now this had emptied her stomach once again. The taste in her mouth was vile and she searched for some toothpaste. Upon finding some, she used her finger to rub it around her mouth. Her stomach rumbled, but the feeling of sickness had left her and was replaced by hunger. Resting her head against the cold mirror, she hoped the other two hadn't heard her...