Strelitzia jolted out of her nightmares that had been filled with bloodshed and sadness. Her mouth had begun to water to the point saliva spilled past her lips. She sat up quickly and turned her head away from her shared wall with little James a split second before she began to heave.
Stomach acid burned the back of her throat as she began to vomit violently, the pitiful remains of their dinner of watery soup with half rotted potato skins splashed against the cold floor. She clutched her abdomen, the cramping so intense all she could do was lean over and wait for it to pass.
The sound of her retching drowned out the snores and clank of chains from the sleeping slaves. Even when there was nothing left her body still attempted to purge, leaving her coughing up green bile. She groaned, wiping her face with the collar of her shift.