Kepala Terasa Berat Di Bagian Belakang Novels & Stories

“I’m really sorry about that." “Don’t be." I rested my forehead against his jacket. “It’s not like she’s wrong.” “She is wrong.” His voice was rough. “About every word.” I said nothing. David leaned closer to me, his voice low. “You okay?” I nodded. “I’m fine.” And I was, mostly. Except for the strange wave of nausea that hit me halfway through the next course. Except for the fatigue that had been clinging to me for days. Except for the dull ache in my lower back that I kept dismissing as bad posture.

A noise cuts through it. Beep. Then another. Slow. Steady. Wait. I listened for a moment to figure out what the sound was. It feels like my head is too big for the rest of my body. There is a dull, heavy weight behind my eyes that makes it hard to think clearly. I tried to move my hand a little bit to show myself that I can.. My fingers barely moved.

*** MIA My body felt so...sore and weak. I was so weak that breathing was hard work. My head was pounding as well as my heart, even though I have no been active in anyway. My throat was sore also. It felt like someone had poured something acidic down my mouth. But what felt the worse was my back. I didn't want to move at all. I was too scared that if I moved one little bit that pain will strike my back.

Tension and Teeth Saxa The morning after feels heavier somehow. Not just being tired—weighted. Like the very air was resisting me. My skin felt tight, my hearing too sharp. Sounds that had once been background noise—the hum of powerlessness, the faint chatter at breakfast—it felt unbearable.

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 My headache was getting worse. I had noticed it earlier, but I had ignored it because there was too much work sitting in front of me. Every time I tried to focus on one thing, another seemed to find its way onto my desk, and I was beginning to wonder if I would ever actually make it home before midnight. I leaned back in my chair and pressed my fingers against my temple, closing my eyes for a few seconds as I tried to ease the pressure building behind them. It didn't help much, so I let out a quiet breath and looked at the files again.

Elijah Smith... I sat behind my desk, chewing over everything that had been happening in the last few days. I had been very stressed, and for some odd reason, I could tell that it was far from over. There was a tightness at the back of my neck that was refusing to let me work. I had already missed work the previous day, and it had already piled up. I only have about two hours left to get off of work, but I just couldn't help myself. I am unable to focus anymore.

Sora I try to pry my eyes open, but all I get is a sharp throb behind my forehead that makes me squeeze them shut again. My head feels impossibly heavy, as though someone has stuffed it with cotton and then started hammering against my skull from the inside. For a terrifying second, I wonder if I've gone blind, but the steady beeping beside me tells me I'm not alone.

Mikes POV I pull up in front of my penthouse. The place is quiet. Too quiet. I have a splitting headache. The type that starts from the back of your head and migrates to the front. Where you can literally feel your head pounding. I had been thinking a lot. Everything is weighing heavy on my head.

I was shaken awake by a sudden, agonizing soreness in my lower back. It felt as though a boulder had been dropped onto my spine overnight, the weight radiating through my hips. My waist throbbed with a dull, persistent ache—nothing compared to the white-hot labor pains I had endured with Finn, but enough to make every breath feel restricted.

They strode in, looking very serious and seemed to have something important to say to us. I forced myself up from the bed, feeling a dull pain on my back. The pain had been there since I came back from the Pack hospital. I couldn't help but sense that something bad was going to come out of this. I only had to wait and find out what was going on.