It was a wonder to Ellie how one could be so hungry, yet nothing sounded appealing. She had a bowl of potato soup, a ham sandwich, cookies, a salad, chicken, and a mug of tea. Yet nothing would go in her mouth. Every time it got close to her lips, she felt like she was going to hurl.

It was weird. Ellie never didn't like eating. Guh. This was horrible.

So, she just sat there, the side of her face in her hand. Dead tired. Starving, but not eating. Stabbing her chicken with a knife.