The moment that Hannah had gotten back to her room she threw on her comfiest clothes, jumped into bed, and hid under the covers. Every once in awhile the other girls would come up and think she was just sleeping, have a bit of conversation that Hannah didn’t care for, and then once again they were gone. Periodically, Hannah would start to cry, then she’d feel sick, then she’d have cravings and then all the way back to crying. She was also pretty sure she still smelt like puke from before, but she also couldn’t be sure because she had gotten used to it. She just lay there all curled in a ball under her protective blankets where nothing could hurt her.