Bab 38: 37. Curiousity Kills the Cat.

Que stumbled off of the small cranky hospital bed in the middle of the night using the wall as her support, stumbling over the furnitures along the way. Like a zombie, she walked farther down the narrow room towards the window as if she was possessed. Even in dark, one can catch the dull look in her eyes upon a closer look.

There's only so much laying down one can take. It's only been a day and half but her body had gotten sore, or so she thought.

Tch, luxury have it's side effects.

The strong moist ridden winds blew through the windows, taking along with it a strong smell of rain. She could almost taste the rain on her tongue. It was another stormy night. One she craved to be a part of.

Que was overwhelmed by a suffocating feeling alone in the dark room. Her mind was fuzzy and clouded. Having slept 3 hours in the noon, she couldn't sleep at night.