Headache Humor Novels & Stories

Harvey said with a knowing smile. … It became increasingly more challenging for me to listen closely to the conversation while handling my headache that was quickly making me feel nauseous. I could feel Hayden glancing over at me and I forced a smile to my lips to let him know that I was fine. It would be a problem if I got sick and distracted him from the meeting. I was more than aware that my presence was already an inconvenience to Hayden without having him worry more about me.

Squinting through the ache, I tried to make out the figure across the room. Unfortunately, the harsh sunlight streaming through the window cast him entirely in shadow, revealing only a broad outline. "Excuse me," I snapped sarcastically, "generally don't take medical advice from strangers, especially ones who think a head injury is a laughing matter." Seriously, some sympathy would be nice! I'd just been attacked by some unknown creature and now had a throbbing head, for goodness sake!

He says looking at the doctor like I wasn’t even in the room. “Well she sounds like she is fine. Seeing that she is joking is a great relief. The headache is common with a head injury. As long as her wolf is okay, I cannot see why she can’t handle returning to her normal routine. I would just advise her to take it easy and no more head injuries for a long while.” He said and then quietly dismissed himself.

Alessandro asked with concern, but I could tell that there was a smile threatening to appear on his face. “Uh yeah. Have you never seen someone kill a mosquito on their face before? Like, get with the program.” I am not going to lie. That slap to my forehead gave me a headache. I winced as I felt a sharp pain in my head. Was I really about to get a tension headache? Great.

But immediately after, Harvey gently held her hand, with a face full of vulnerability. "Emma, why didn't you listen like that? It's not true that there is no effect. You have to be patient and wait. Because after the accident, your head was severely injured, that's why you always feel a headache," Harvey said. But Emma didn't believe it. It was true that the doctor said she had a severe head injury, but after that, she never felt any headaches, even when she didn't take the medicine. "Look, it's just a tonic, don't overthink it. Perhaps recently you've been feeling uncomfortable, that's why, right?" Harvey said.

Halfway through, he got up and went outside for a smoke. His headaches had grown more frequent recently. He instinctively went to smoke every time they occurred. Lucian frowned and vigorously massaged his temples with one hand. But, he wasn't a professional. The pressure hardly alleviated the pain. "Mr. Northwood?" A woman's familiar voice sounded. "Are you … having another headache? Massaging yourself so randomly isn't going to do anything. Would you like me to do it for you?"

We were enjoying the sunset on the balcony when I raised this topic, questioning him. “I know it’s bizarre, but have you ever heard a complaint that someone got a severe headache after hugging you?” Demrid’s brows jumped up to form a high arch of astonishment, the coffee mug almost slipped from his hand as he stumbled over his words. “H-Headache and me? How are these two even related, Ann?” Utterly flabbergasted, he sought more details. I explained to him about my problem. “I can’t either sleep or work properly due to severe headache, Demrid. It’s such a weird feeling.”

Charlie woke up with a banging headache as he tried to recollect what had happened last night, maybe he had drank a little too much he concluded after the headache refused to go away is butner came in with a tray containing a glass of water and some hangover pills. "Cleveland, what happened where is Miss Cole?" He cocked up his eyebrows as if he had invented a new word that no one had ever heard before, almost looking like he was so stunned that the tray with the glass of water and The hangover pills were going to fall off his hands.

Christ . “Wow, that really is.” Church? “Remarkable, I mean.” Oh brother, had he suffered a stroke or something? Such banter issuing forth . . . college educated and all. He needed a fix for the headache, he realized. It was already accelerating, getting worse. A tumor perhaps? Ah yes, wouldn’t that be perfect. “I can get you something, son. Tylenol, or we have Advil?”

I wounded my arms from behind and kept my chin on his head. I was liking the silence and the close proximity between us. "If you are going to give me a head message like this,I will complain daily about having a headache." He said with a cheeky grin. "Not so easy Mister. It's available only for some special days." I said smugly. "But I thought that I am special for my wife so the head message is available daily." He said with a pout. I laughed and said, "Dramebaaz." "But there is another way through which my headache can be cured...not only headache but every type of problem." He said with a thoughtful expression.