The only reason Hermione doesn't throw up is sheer force of will. There is still water to drink, and thin stew to eat, and she refuses to waste the nourishment and liquid she so desperately needs. But first she does what she can for the other prisoners in her cell. The woman who was raped is in a fugue state, like most of them, but Hermione manages to coax her into crawling over to lean against a wall, and drink a little before she moves on to the next woman. And the next. There are six left now, and only one of them is conscious enough to speak – that one spits out the water Hermione tries to dribble between her lips, and rasps over and over that she wants to die, just let her die. Hermione's hands shake, and her heart is sick with horror.