Tonks stormed out of bed, yanked the curtains closed and stalked back to bed, pulling the covers up around her face. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was close to noon. She curled up in the fetal position and pulled covers tighter around her.
She had already missed breakfast and was about to miss lunch. But she wasn't hungry at all. She felt quite sick actually.
She had slept thru her morning patrol, and when Professor McGonnagall had attempted to wake her, she told the teacher she was feeling very ill and did not want to be disturbed. When McGonnagall asked her if she wanted to go to hospital, Tonks turned away and said she thought it best if she just stay put.
I hate myself. You stupid bloody slag. You're disgusting...
Tonks closed her eyes tightly and began to sob.
"Oh, gooooods!!!" she wailed through blinding tears as she cried harder, choking back huge sobs and burying her face in her pillow.
No matter what she did, she couldn't get the feeling out of her. She could feel them both inside of her still, and she fought the urge to vomit. She had showered when she arrived to her room the previous night and rubbed her skin pink, but still...they were there...