Jack

Migraines are the absolute worst.

Upon opening my eyes I screwed them shut immediately. It felt like the sunlight was burning into my eyeballs, and straight into the back of my head, or maybe it was like the sunlight was drilling a hole through my skull to my brain. I whimpered as my head thumped loudly. It was as if my senses had been heightened. I could hear every beat of my heart as it pumped the blood around my body, but it made my head hurt even more.
I whimpered again, hearing Brooks bed creak.

Crap... did I wake him up?

I buried my head under the covers, hating that my eyes were watering so much. Clearly our curtains were awful.

"Jack?" I heard Brook call loudly, and I covered my ears with my hands. His voice seemed to echo around my skull.

"Quiet." I moaned softly, also hating how my throat was dry, and felt swollen. Every time I swallowed it was like I was swallowing a brick, and I had to force it down.

"Are you okay?" His voice didn't quieten, so I realised that he hadn't heard me the first time. I felt the need to cry, but I was so dehydrated that nothing would come out.

"Brook." I whimpered softly, turning to face him under the covers, hoping that he heard me this time.

I felt him crouch beside me and lay a gentle hand on my arm through the duvet. "What's up?" At least he had the decency to quieten down a bit.

"Head." I mumbled, the scratchy feeling returning to my throat.

"Is it a migraine?" I heard him lower his voice to a whisper, and I could've hugged him.
I whimpered as my head harshly throbbed.

"I'll get Andy for you." He said softly, and I gave him a weak thumbs up by moving my hand out of the covers. I heard him chuckle before he quietly left.

I heard voices through the wall, but paid no mind. I felt too hot, far too hot, and I hated the fact that I couldn't cry.

Soft footfalls entered the room barely a minute later, but with the way my head was pounding it felt like hours.

"Jackie?" I heard my boyfriend whisper. "You need to drink something."

"Too bright." I moaned, and burried my head further under the covers.
He placed something down on the chest of drawers, before leaving and returning.

He was fiddling with something.

"How about now?" He called softly from the end of the room.

I slowly uncurled myself and peeled the covers back, it was still bright, but it wasn't piercing like before. I opened my eyes to see Andy balanced on my bed and the chest of drawers, thick towels draped over the curtains.
He smiled at me, and clambered down, then knelt beside me after picking up a glass of water... that must be what he placed earlier.

He helped me sit up and take a few sips, and the courseness to my throat eased slightly. "Take these as well." He opened his palm to reveal two pain killers. He helped me take those as well, and then he helped me lay back down.

"Thanks." I whispered hoarsely, knowing full well that my eyes were probably red and puffy from my inability to cry earlier. They felt swollen too.
Andy pressed a kiss to my forehead and leant back, staring into my eyes.

"I'm sorry you've got a migraine Jackie." He murmered, running a hand through my hair. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Don't be."

"Do you need anything?"

I opened my eyes to look at him. I pointed a finger at him with a small smile, watching him laugh.

"Alright I'll stay with you." He answered. I shifted over slightly as he clambered in beside me, and I curled my self into him.
My head still pounded, but it was becoming bearable now.

"I love you." I mumbled into his chest, and I felt it vibrate.

"Love you too... just sleep baby." He softly whispered into my ear, kissing lightly on my temple.

When I woke later that day, Andy was still running his hand through my hair, so I pretended to be asleep. It was nice to be taken care of.

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