I know when he's fully awake. Or maybe that's the time I'm fully awake but I can hear Grayson searching, vials clinking together as he foraged for his medicine. He slumps back eyes clenched tightly, fists rolled together as he attempted to hold himself together.
It's another migraine, I can tell from the black lines, that line his forearm and spreads upwards against his neck, and from how dark the lines are it's only getting started. I throw my covers back, rushing to his side, a hand gripping mine and hauling me back roughly.
A whimper leaves my mouth, Grayson's grip tightening as if he intends on crushing my bones to dust.
"Gray..." I manage to get out, kneeling at his side when the pain brings me down. I can't take much more of it.
"Lei-" A guttural grunt and groan, his hand leaving mine but not without consequence when his nails leave a trail of blood down my forearm.
Grayson doubles over gripping his head from the onslaught of pain, his miserable groans the fuel to my frantic
