Mia Ginger hasn't woken up.
"Lazy pig, sleeping so deeply." Windsor Myres frowned, tugged at her blanket and shook her twice.
Mia Ginger still didn't wake up.
Windsor Myres paused, then leaned over the bed by stepping on her stool to take a look.
Mia Ginger's half face was buried in the blanket, cheeks flushed, like she'd been drinking.
"Mia Ginger?"
Windsor Myres called again, reaching out to touch her forehead.
So hot!
Unbelievably hot!
She stood on the chair, suddenly nervous.
Turning around, she said, "Mina Lee, do you have a thermometer?"
"Nope." The others also awoke from her noise, Mina Lee answered drowsily.
"What's wrong with Mia Ginger?" Tong Tong sat up with her blanket.
"She might have a fever," Windsor Myres climbed onto the bed, frowning, "but this isn't right, a fever shouldn't be this hot. She would've turned silly from the heat overnight."
While speaking, she helped Mia Ginger sit up.