"Oh God." Bile rose and, quick as lightening, Susan placed a metal bucket under Hermione's chin. The men all turned their backs, Ron audibly gagging as he moved across the room. Susan just placed a soft hand between Hermione's shoulders, a steady, solid presence. Hermione had nothing in her stomach and was soon dry-heaving, her entire body spasming, the shocking sensation becoming almost unbearable, nearly as unbearable as the memories that flooded back, all at once. Perhaps sensing this, Susan began speaking in a low tone. "Okay, Hermione. Breath in for me. I need you to take a breath now. There you go. Well done. Another, now. Good. In through the nose, just like that. Relax your shoulders for me. Out through the mouth. Very good." She sat with her eyes closed as the heaving subsided, sweat coating her forehead. Before she could think to swipe at it, a cool cloth was swiped across her face - Blaise had returned to her side at some point in the last few minutes. Susan took the bucket from her hands, passing it off to Theo who carried it from the room before (most likely) vanishing the mess. Hermione couldn't find it in herself to be embarrassed as she pulled her legs up, wrapped her arms around them and, ignoring the shocking feeling pulsing endlessly through her entire body, rested her forehead against her knees.