"It depends on the day." If it wasn't her sickness that kept her awake it was her anxiety that something would happen to the baby as a result. Lucy was in better health than she when her time came and although the baby lived he was impossibly small. Smaller than any baby ought to be. Should she be deprived of nutrients her entire pregnancy, then her baby would likely be even smaller. Even less likely to survive.

Her stomach churned.

Swallowing down a mouthful of bile, Melody discarded the broth onto her nightstand. Its provided warmth wasn't worth spilling it all across her already dirty carpet. "Was there something you wished to discuss?" She asked quietly.