I doze off on my table. Then, a stinging pain hit right in the middle of my brain. It feels just as if yesterday I just drank three bottles of whiskey and blacked out from alcohol poisoning. The pain is not comparable to my previous head injury, but still, a headache is a headache.
"Milk?" Rachel offers as she stands right next to the table. She has two glasses in her hands.
"Thanks," I say. I put my hand on one of the glasses and chugged on the milk. I think it makes the pain a little bit worse, but I doubt it has something to do with the effect of the milk itself. Still, I appreciate my sister's good gesture.
"Designing something? Was it Albert's homework?" She asks.
"More or less," I shrug. "This headache won't stop, will it?" I ask my sister.
"Well, what is happening to you is mana exhaustion. C'mon, let's call Rosa, or get you to her house," my sister says.
"I'm fine," I say.
"Fine? I doubt it. Still, let's get you the green elixir," She says.
