Amelia Clarke: "..."
She leaned against Viola Harris with her eyes closed, beads of sweat trickling down her cheeks, perhaps because she had been under the air conditioning for too long. Her body wasn't what it used to be, and she faintly felt the onset of an illness.
She didn't know how long it had been.
Amelia Clarke was hazily awakened by Viola Harris.
She had actually fallen asleep against Viola Harris. When she opened her eyes, the crowd around her had gradually dispersed. Ciara Taylor had left at some point, and Sherry Taylor sat on the ground in a disheveled state. Her yellow dress was torn, her hair wild like a madwoman's, and there were traces of blood on her face, around her mouth.
Feeling unwell herself, Amelia had no interest in the others and just wanted to go back to sleep.