You were currently trying to fight the urge to turn every light in your apartment off and bury your head underneath your blankets. Recently, you've been dealing with a constant migraine, and right now, it felt like someone was bashing in your skull with a blunt axe.

"Darling, the lights are off, are you able to sit up so you can eat? Or at least have some water?" Ignis walked into your room and spoke softly, making sure to keep his voice low and not potentially worsen your headache.