Minerva watched her mother in shock, then had to turn her head away and plug her ears against the sound of Hannah puking in the sink. The room that Minerva was put in had a loo, thank gods.
Looking down she saw her hands were smeared with blood from that which she had been drinking and Minerva hastily tried to rub it off. She was more ashamed now. Her mother couldn't even handle it so she started puking - gods. Fresh tears fell down Minerva's face and she pushed away the nearly empty container of pig's blood. She couldn't even look at her parents when they returned.
"I know. I'm disgusting. I'm sorry, mum," Minerva murmured, laying back on the pillow and putting her hands to her face.
Hannah felt better after throwing up - she always did. It was weird - the nausea came and went and as soon as she threw up it was as if she was right as rain. This was part of pregnancy that she remembered not being so fond of.
"Honey, no that's not it," Hannah said in alarm and went to her daughter. "Minerva, look at me. Look at me" Hannah said, taking her daughter's chin in her fingers and forcing Minerva to look up.
"That's not why I got sick, love. So stop thinking that. You aren't disgusting, and none of this is your fault." Hannah sighed, looking up at Neville. Should they tell her daughter now? Hannah pursed her lips, and decided no.
Now wasn't the time. "Just the shock and being worried sick...love, I thought you were..." Hannah stopped, unable to say what she thought.