When Shanni woke up from her slumber, she instinctively reached for the phone beside her, her blurred vision barely making out the time—she had actually slept for more than ten hours straight.
Her long-strained nerves returned to normal, but her muscles felt as if they'd been run over by a truck, sore and protesting at every joint.
The ventilator in the temporary office emitted a buzzing hum, and the smell of disinfectant that wafted through every six hours remained unchanged.
Outside the office, cries and pleas resonated in the ward area, interwoven with the alarm sounds of medical devices, forming an overwhelming wave.
Shanni turned over in bed, intending to rub her face, only to realize she was still wearing her protective suit while sleeping on a makeshift army cot.
She suddenly remembered that she originally just intended to steal a moment of rest, not expecting to fall asleep, and someone kindly made her a bed.
