You typically suffered with migraines, having been diagnosed since you were in high school. There were preventatives you took but unfortunately you weren't supplied with any while out on a mission.

The flashing lights got even worse as you were sat down in a dark corner of a building that had been swept earlier. Just as you were about to get back up, a familiar voice called out to you. It was König.

"Schatz, what's the matter? You look like you're about to throw up." He said sternly.