Piers swears to god, he only started getting migraines when he started work. His boss didn't always believe him, since well, he was often calling out. Lots of his days were soent trying to get doctor's notes for his boss.

He was thankful to have you, his girlfriend. You didn't work at the moment, so you made sure to take care of him when he was bed-ridden.

Right now, he was laid on the couch, groaning into the pillow that he has his face buried in. He wanted to move to bed, but the pain in his head made him feel like as if he couldn't move. Every big movement just made it pound.