as a girl with constant headaches, it’s not very fun for you. not at all, really.

you’ve gone to multiple doctors to get them treated — to figure out what’s wrong and what you could take to help make them go away — but, there’s been no answers.

and not even any medication helps.

and tylenol and ibuprofen? nope, not a single help.

so, you’ve gotten used to having to just bail on plans if your headaches get to be too much.

you’ve always just collapsed in your bed and took a nap because the pounding in your head would just become too much.

and it was hard to stay awake during the headaches anyways when it would get so bad that your eyes would hurt, and there were so many times where it felt like your vision was going blurry, which really only made it worse.

and of course, when you and demitra made plans to hang out at her house, and to hang out with the girls and noah later, as well, that damn headache decides to pipe in now.

you show up anyways, though, which was tricky for driving there because your eyes have been hurting again and it was really hard for you to see completely.

you just didn’t want to bail on demitra — you really wanted to see her, as well as the girls and noah, who you’ve grown very close to, especially with you dating demitra, and all.

but, she can tell immediately, the second you walk into her room — that you have a headache.

she doesn’t hesitate to drag you over to her bed, of course about to pamper you and take care of you, and she makes sure you’re comfortable as much as possible, before running off to get you some tylenol and ibuprofen, even if it won’t do much.

on the way back, she stops and tells the girls and noah about it and tell them not to bother either of you for the moment — she wants to take care of you with no distractions.

once she gets back with a glass of water too, she makes sure you take the tylenol and ibuprofen, also making sure that you drink enough water to stay hydrated, before she turns off the light and turns on a nearby lamp instead, wanting to make sure that there’s not too much light to hurt you eyes.

“feel better, baby?” she asks you as you lay back down on her side of the bed and she sits down beside on the bed, clearly still just as worried.

her question is rhetorical, of course, because she knows it’s not gonna do much for you, but she’ll do what she can to make you feel comfortable and taken care of.