Headache Humor Novels & Stories

“It must be the hair dye you used. I heard most people get a headache from it.” I nodded, unable to form words. “Let me get you some painkillers,” she offered, and led me back to my bed. “It's nothing serious, it will pass,” I told her, confused on how sure I was that the headache or whatever pain I just felt would pass. “Thea,” Jade called, her voice barely above a whisper. “It will pass Jade,” I muttered and gently massaged my temples. “Thea,” she called again, her voice sounding different this time around.

"Have you calmed down yet? I'm a doctor. Do as I say!" Under the gleam of the moonlight, Wayne met Olivia's determined gaze. There was no fear in her eyes. Then, he felt her hand on his wrist. The headache made him feel irritated. It made him want to kill the unknown woman before him. Olivia quickly spoke up, "Don't move. You'll die if you kill me. Did you suffer a major head injury in the past? The headaches are caused by blood clots. He stopped raising his gun. "You're really a doctor?"

My head has been throbbing since I woke up this morning. At that time, I thought it was because I hadn't eaten much the previous night. But even after eating a large amount of breakfast, the headache remains unchanged. Rather, it progresses as hours pass by. He nods" That's good, I'm off to the training ground. Would you like to join me? I would love to kick your ass ". I gave a throaty laugh... "In your nightmares" with sarcasm. "Who is getting his sexy ass kicked?' Josh chipped in, walking to us.

Headaches ought to be one of the things that doctors spend their money on to actually get rid of in this world. Otherwise, there's no real hope for this world. At least, in my opinion. And this headache I have right now is just the perfect example to prove that point. I mean, How many people do you know who were actually in a fight with a weirdo and then you get thrown into sand and then...wait...huh?

If someone sees me, and if that someone is capable of taking a picture even just a single one, once it's out on the internet, the people will label me fake and plastic in an instant. When I finally made it inside my office, I slam the door and rested my back against it. I let out a heavy sigh as I begin to massage my forehead. Whatever I do, it's useless. It's still throbbing; the headache is still so strong. My eyes close while I try help myself by continuing to massage my forehead. I am convinced that I need something menthol. “Good morning.” A man with a deep yet unknowingly weak voice greets me and then clear his throat. Pushing away the weakness that I have sensed.

He brought me something for the headache, but how did he know I was having terrible pain in my head? 'He watched you drink yourself away at the bar. A hangover is the aftermath of drinking too much. Anyone with a cell in their brain knows that.' Trust the voice in my head to make me feel dumber than I already am. This man couldn’t have raped me last night. He’s too caring. I bit my lips and collected the cup to stare at it. It looked like green tea, except it had leaves I didn’t recognise in it. "It’s herbal tea for hangovers. It has been passed down for generations in my family," he explained, seeing the suspicious way I eyed the mug in my hand. "It reduced the headache after a few minutes

I asked and he chuckled. "Of course." He answered and I chuckled not believing what I was seeing one bit. "It is my mum's secret recipe for a headache and it can also be used to cure bad hangovers." He added and I found myself laughing. If anyone had told me that Henry would be saying something like this ten years ago I would have laughed in the person's face just like I am doing right now. Henry pouted and looked at me. "Why exactly are you laughing?" He whined like a baby and it even made him look ten times cute than he already was.

"Give me a minute. He fainted from shock. I'll wake him up." I approached the bed. George was pale, and his lips were trembling. All he could make out were vague, indistinct sounds. The doctor came up to me. "Excessive shock. He's down with a mild stroke, but he'll be fine. Just give it a few days." Well, nothing I could do. I said, "Your dad can't even talk. He had a stroke."

Fear clouded my thoughts at the thought. A severe headache gone all of a sudden, what was that? "Emily, what is going on with you?" Larry asked when he saw the look on my face. Befuddled, I stuttered in response showing how messed up my mind was at that moment. "I..i..had headache...and, and cold. Then, it mysteriously went away. I...I'm so confused, right now, I don't understand, it all seem so weird and...spooky." The brothers looked at each other with a frown and they contemplated, could it be that they don't believe me? I also find it unbelievable, because how come?

Elena glanced at Shaun Hayes with some concern and then softly asked, “Mr. Hayes, does your head hurt? How about I give you a massage?” He frowned slightly and said, “It’s nothing. I’m used to it. You don’t need to trouble yourself.” This headache had plagued him for over a decade, constantly like a shadow. He had indeed grown accustomed to it. “How could this be considered trouble?” Elena said, taking the initiative. She stood behind him and gently began to massage his head. Shaun Hayes wanted to refuse, but the comfort he felt was like a drowning man finally breathing fresh air. It was something he couldn’t resist.