When Hermione opened her eyes again, she felt less like she wanted to hurl her entire body off of a cliff. Some semblance of normalcy had returned. It was incredible how awful a person could feel physically without actually succumbing to their pain. She didn't want to ever have to go through anything so awful again in her entire life. Rodolphus was cruel to force-feed her the potions that she'd worked so hard to get off of on her own. If she had to go through a similar experience in the future, she wasn't sure that she would make it. There was all the more reason to ensure that she stayed as far away from that horrible wizard as possible. Up until the very moment that she planned to kill him, of course.