My body is heavy.
Probably because have been sleeping for a long time, my head is dizzy, and I have a little bit of a headache.
Did I oversleep? No, perhaps a cold?
The high fever robbed me of physical strength making it awfully hard to move.
When I open my eyes, the room is dim.
I tried to sit up.
I immediately became dizzy and fell back on the pillow.
I mutter in a low voice unconsciously.
Then, a canopy quickly opens.
“Okusama!! Your consciousness has returned!! I will immediately call Doctor-sama here!!”
I don’t understand well because it’s dark, but a woman raised her voice and ran out in a hurry.
… Where is this? Not my house?
I’m… I’m, who?
No, I know.
I’m Tanaka Yuri.
Did I skip school because of the cold?
I seem to have a high fever, I should naturally be resting, right?
But, why am I not at my house?
What about my mother?
Doesn’t look hospital?-ish, but… a super hospital for celebrities?
But, they have no beds with canopies, right?
My head is still hazy, I can’t think properly.
Footsteps resound from the corridor.
The door opens with a batan, some people enter the room.
“Okusama, please excuse me.”
I heard a man’s voice and my hand is taken.
I open my eyes and look to the side.
An Ojisan with a mustache above his mouth takes my pulse and measures my temperature by putting his hand on my forehead.
My throat is dry, it’s hard to speak.
After I cough, a spoon is pushed against my lips.
The water wets my lips, and my mouth gets faintly watered.
When I say the words of gratitude, the spoon on my lips twitches.
N? Thinking so I look up and see Nurse-san? with a shocked expression staring at me.
What is it?
“Okusama, your fever has come down, but you need to rest for a little while. Please, drink this medicine and soup broths for meals.”
“Yes, I understand… thank you, very much.”
“Well then, I will excuse myself.”
The doctor leaves the room.
“Okusama, should I prepare the soup?”
… I have been called Okusama since a while ago, is it really a celebrity hospital?
No, is this even a hospital?
Something is strange…
“Ah, sorry. Could you prepare the soup?”
I hear grumbling sounds from my stomach.
I feel like I could eat a whole Baumkuchen. I have enough room.
When I look up, the Nurse-san, or not? is frozen with her mouth open wide.
Is she okay?
“Is there something wrong?”
“N, no, I am terribly sorry! I will bring it immediately.”
The revived… Maid-san? Yeah, rather than Nurse-san she feels more like Maid-san.
Maid-san quickly leaves the room.
Fuu, tired, sleepy, hungry… sleepy…