"I said stop doing that! Your throat will bleed if you keep poking it like that!"
Aunt Camille grabbed Valerie's shoulders, attempting to make her stop doing what she thought to be troublesome, as she had her back hunched, bending over on the top of a basin to throw out all the contents of her stomach since they arrived in their room.
What came after that was the same as before, which was the sound of someone's throwing up, as Valerie did not heed what her mother had said to her, which was more than thrice now. Instead, she focused on thrusting her index finger inside her throat to push out what she had consumed out of her stomach.
"I said stop doing that!" The volume of Aunt Camille's stern voice rose as she forcefully pulled the basin from Valerie's hands, putting it away from her reach.
