"...Chaisi, do you feel nauseous? Like you want to throw up? Are you having trouble breathing?"
Chaisi's consciousness kept slipping into darkness, only to be yanked back.
Every time he closed his eyes, the pain would slowly fade. But it was as if Mai Mingle wouldn't allow him even a moment's respite, always finding a way to call him back to his senses. "Chaisi? Chaisi, don't fall asleep. Look at me. Answer my questions..."
Her voice was like a small boat on the sea, drifting farther and farther away.
'Just a little sleep,' he thought. 'Just enough to recover my strength, then I can get up... Just a little sleep...'
When Chaisi jolted and his eyes flew open again, he vaguely realized that Mai Mingle had produced a bottle of mineral water from somewhere and had just splashed half of it on his face.
...He was a little angry, and a little grateful.
"I... I'm so cold..."
