Sheva felt as she got older, her migraine problem got worse. As a kid, it wasn't a big deal. It was headaches every few months. It sucked at the time, but now? She'd kill for such a small inconvenience.

Now her migraines were at least once a month, and so, so painful. Okay, maybe not worse than like, getting shot or stabbed or whatever. But still pretty bad.

Just a constant pounding behind her left eye, up to her forehead. She had seen doctors and they assured her it was nothing serious. Just migraines. And dealing with them alone was really tough on her.

Then she started dating you, her stunning girlfriend. She could gave sworn you were sent from a god, dealing with her migraines, her grumpy mood from them, all her demands, you just took care of her. Like now, she laid in bed with a migraine. You laid with her, awake even though it was around 3 am.

"Get my medicine," She demanded, then paused, thinking over her tone. Then she mumbled out an apology, shaking her head. She knew better to be a jerk.