"Tch... I leave you on your own for barely ten minutes and you almost die on me."
A bored tone of voice broke through the barrier that was the deep slumber and paved a way for a bright light to enter Histoire's field of vision. She felt groggy and disorientated, and her eyelids were so heavy she had to give a few tries before she finally forced them into obedience.
A terrible throbbing in her temple was the first thing she felt, apart from the light on the ceiling nearly piercing her eyes because they were too bright.
Her hands unconsciously made their way up to her peripheral vision, a flash of innumerable purple-reddish fingertips flashing by as they pursued the pain in her skull. They were tangled in her dark hair, fingers lightly pressing about her head as an attempt to ease the headache.