About two hours later, Ava slumped tiredly with her eyes closed on a white lounge on the second floor, a pile of clothes already heaped up beside her. She was just short of breathing heavily.
Miss Velvette stared at her with worried eyes. "Tired already, Mrs. Berger?" she asked. "We haven't exhausted the three and a half hours given to us yet."
Ava shook her head. All that back and forth with constant changing and pulling was already making her dizzy. "I don't think I can continue, I feel a little sick."
Velvette flinched. "Oh dear, my apologies Mrs. Berger." She voiced as she bent over and tipped a jug of water into a class cup that was on top of the table in front of the lounge. "Here, have some water."
Ava took it from her and downed the whole glass in one gulp, before she let out a sigh.
Velvette blinked at her. 'Oh dear… she must really be feeling a bit sick.'
