Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above him, Zich froze for two seconds before his pupils suddenly contracted slightly. Almost by instinct, he sat upright on the bed.
"The tournament!"
Because he moved too abruptly, the wound on his chest, which had only just begun to heal, immediately sent a sharp pain through his body. He could not help but suck in a breath, but he paid no attention to it. Only one thought remained in his mind.
Crap. Don't tell me I overslept? Today was the Quarterfinals! If I really missed the match because I was sleeping... that would be beyond embarrassing.
Quickly he shot a look at tb healed. "What time is it now?"
The nurse blinked in surprise.
"It's 11:40 at night."
"At night?"
Zich froze on the spot.
The nurse could not help but laugh.
"Of course it's night. You've only been asleep for a few hours. There's still an entire night and tomorrow morning before the Quarterfinals officially begin. You didn't oversleep."
