Another case of ill health.

Christabel's POV

"Christabel," A voice called, while I was deep into my sleep.

"Christabel?" A gentle touch followed on my skin, making me groan.

"Who is it? Leave me alone please." I mumbled under my breath, still with my eyes closed and burying my head into the blankets.

"Wake up Christabel, it's two in the afternoon." The person repeated, this time, the tone turning firm like a mother hen.

Even in my sleep, I could hear the sternness in the person's voice.

"Give me five minutes okay?" I pleaded, holding out four fingers to whoever was disturbing my sleep.

Going to bed so late after the hectic days we have been through was the height of it for my body. I needed rest, and if I didn't get it, I was going to get cranky for the whole day.

The blanket was yanked off, giving me no time to scream. "Come on Christabel, don't be lazy. At least put something in your stomach."

"Go away." I groaned, covering my head with the soft pillows.

My head was foggy, and even my eyes were clouded with