Kallima woke to someone shaking her and instinctively swung a fist. It hit flesh, and a yelp escaped the waker. She blinked and sat up, holding her skull between her hands in a futile attempt to quash the throbbing.
“Damn, Kali. That hurt!”
She stared at the source of the voice for ages before everything clicked.
“Amy?” she asked.
“Who did you think? You and Ig weren't at supper.”
“Food. You missed food,” Amy said.
“Yeah. Everybody’s getting ready for bed now. Are you okay?”
Kallima groaned. Her whole body ached, her head pounded in her ears, and her eyes felt heavy. On top of that, her throat burned from dehydration and sickness.
“No…,” she whined. “I'm not okay. I'm sick. I need to go to the infirmary. I need Iggy.”
Amelia shook her head. “Kali… he's not there. No one's seen him all day.”