I wake the next morning to Blithe crying and stand. Something in my stomach rises and I run to the bathroom before doubling over. Confused, I sit there for a few minutes before washing my mouth out and trudging towards Blithe's room.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights