You’re sitting quietly on Felix’s bed, not a sound heard from you or throughout the rest of the dorm. You hoped it would stay that way considering every sound you heard sent a pounding through your head. Migraines weren’t common for you, but you had been having them every day for nearly the past week now.

In an effort to ease the pounding hammering throughout your skull, you’ve turned the lights off and wrapped a soft blanket around yourself. When Felix returned from a scheduled practice, he almost didn’t notice you in the darkness of his room.

“Angel, are you alright?” He called, speaking softly incase you were sleeping. The blanket was covering most of your face, so he couldn’t quite tell.

He set his jacket down on the edge of the bed before rounding it to sit beside you. As he quietly examined your face, pale from the pain of your migraine, his hand came up to gently brush a few stray hairs away from your face.