"Hey! Lucian! Wake up!"
One of the classmates yanked Lucian's arm, which was at the time busy covering his face. He was taking a nap or more exactly, he fainted from tiredness.
He lifted his face while spilling saliva from his mouth, a sign of his deep sleep. With barely open eyes, he looked at his friend, still having difficulty seeing blurred images.
"What is it..." his voice was deep and raspy. It made others wonder whether he was getting the flu or just being really tired.
"You slept throughout the entire lesson. I thought for a moment that you were dead, really."
Lucian glared at him with a confused face, his face tilted to the side. "What? Why? What time is it?!"
He stood up abruptly, earning the stare of his other classmates who looked at him with annoyed expressions because of how noisy he was.
Realizing his exaggerated tone, he sat down immediately and subtly murmured. "What time is it?"
