Though Kengo had expected to either not fall asleep or to only sleep for a few minutes, the complete opposite had happened. As soon as Kengo had resumed his position in the chair, head pressed back against the pillow and his body facing towards the wall, he'd fallen asleep. While sleeping, his breath was uneven, but his body showed no signs of reacting to it otherwise. It was likely to be another aspect of his condition, which still had no name or reason as far as the club was concerned.

For the next hour, Kengo slept, barely moving aside from his quiet, irregular breathing. Rolling onto his back, Kengo gasped in a deep breath and put one hand up to his head, staring up at the ceiling. His head was already spinning, the boy making a soft noise in the back of his throat. Waking up tended to feel like this -- as though his entire body had to work to rearrange itself. The dizzy spell went away only after a few minutes of calm breathing. When he moved to sit up, he rested his arms on his legs and looked around the room, his hair rather ruffled.

It didn't look like anyone had come back yet. He wasn't sure if he should worry about it or not.