บท 40: 39. Struck by Disaster.

When Que returned back to the infirmary that night, she collapsed straight on the tiny bed. She was exhausted that she couldn't even move a muscle. She had no idea where she threw down the witch after climbing up the window, probably on some random bed in the infirmary. Her hands felt numb as if it'll fall off anytime. 

She is heavy to be begin with, and the added weight on her back only made it worst.

As soon as her head touched the pillow, she drift of to sleep. She'd slept for long hours, turning around the bed and almost falling off twice. Que felt something was off. Even unconscious, she knew she'd been asleep for long. And the next time she opened her eyes, it was already midday. 

The rays coming from the windows fell on the beds at the end of the room closer to the window, heating up the iron wrought. Thankfully her's was at the other end. The sun was completely up, probably after twelve.

Why haven't anyone wake her up yet?