How can your blood make you sick to your stomach? Not the blood rushing in our veins but the blood of family bonds. The blood that binds us as sisters, as daughters, as mothers. How can you wish your blood shared no ties? Your blood is infected with the spite in their hearts. How can two hearts differ so, when they are bound by blood, forget free will, forget your strife. Our blood is bound, but it makes me sick to my stomach. How can your blood make you sick to your stomach?