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I laid back on the bed for a while then tried to sit up again, this time, regardless of the pounding headache intensifying in my temples. After a few minutes of struggle, I was able to sit up, using the pillow to support my back. "What did I do last night?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep as I tried to remember yesterday's night event. "My head feels like it's going to explode." As my mind was still shrouded in a haze of pain and confusion, I began to feel nauseated. Immediately, I dashed to the restroom. Just then, my thoughts gradually began to clear, the events of the previous evening coming back to me in a series of hazy flashes.

I just wanted to forget that she wasn't here with me and I felt like I was drowning. I woke up later, my head hurting. I groaned and slowly sat up. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. I squinted my eyes to see what time it was on the clock. It was the middle of the night. I fell asleep in a bad position, so half of my body was in pain and aching badly. I sighed and tried to relieve my pain by stretching out my limbs.

I brush it off, blaming the loud music and noise from the festival. It must be that. Alone, I walk upstairs toward my room. But with every step, the headache worsens. My vision blurs slightly, and my breathing feels tighter. Unease creeps into my chest. What is happening? By the time I reach my door, the pain in my head pounds violently. My sight turns foggy, and the hallway seems to tilt. Panic slams into me. What is wrong with me? I grab the handle and push the door open, forcing myself inside. My head feels too heavy for my neck, and my lungs struggle for air. My knees tremble beneath me.

"It's weird that the symptoms are not manifesting. He should be feeling sleepy, nauseous, having blurry vision, and the like. The intense headache may be a result of both the defective neurotransmitter and this. That's why I want to reexamine him closely." I nodded absently, then remembered he couldn't see me. "I'll try," I managed in a whisper. "Thank you." "Please, Cara, get him to the hospital by all means possible. We can only battle this when it's diagnosed early. Like now." "Is there anything else I should know? Like things he should stay clear of until then?" I asked. "Nothing much. Standing and sitting make it worse; he could lose balance easily and abruptly, so ask him to remain lyi