your headaches were always something that you've kept to yourself.

rarely anyone even noticed it anyway.

you knew you shouldn't be avoiding talking about it, but you didn't see a point in bringing it up. or talking about it when there was barely anything that could help them — no doctor could quite figure out what was causing them, and worse, they didn't have a solution for them.

so, you were just fucked. basically.

all you could do was try out countless, different meds and take them.

and if they didn't help — which they barely did — you'd just call it a day. try to ignore them, and push through.

there wasn't much to do about it, so you just thought it was a waste of time to even tell anyone about it.

especially mark.

and another thing is that your family are just about the only ones that know about the headaches — or migraines, who knows the difference between them anymore.

but, they just didn't really care enough to ask or show any concern.

maybe that's why you barely talk to them — you're actually more like estranged from them.

and you just knew that mark would be the one that would freak out about it and get all overprotective about it, as he usually is with you.

he'd especially be concerned, since he gets migraines and headaches himself because of his tumor, which is well known to you and his team.

and you're absolutely right about him freaking out about it.

because he's been noticing the signs lately — he knows better than anyone what the symptoms are, and how to tell if someone has it.

when you get a really bad migraine — unfortunately around him, this time — he's had enough.

especially when you suddenly try to excuse yourself to the bathroom, which he just isn't having right now.

he cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence.

"you're getting migraines, aren't ya, princess?"

his words make you freeze in place, before slowly turning around to face him, and you hate the look on his face, and the way he crosses his arms over his chest.

as you open your mouth, no doubt to attempt to deny it or make up an excuse, before you can even get any words out, he's cutting you off again, taking a step towards you. "don't even try to deny it, sweetheart. i know the signs."

"i mean," he continues, letting out a gruff laugh. "i'm the king of headaches."

"now," he says, going straight back to serious. "don't lie to me. 'cause you know i can tell when you're lyin'."

"how long have you been havin' these damn migraines? the headaches? since when?" he asks again, tone of voice clearly warning you not to lie to him as he takes yet another step over to you.