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"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

Before I knew it, I passed out. When I came to, I was lying on my bed with a dull pain in my head. I could hear soft footsteps and the quiet sound of voices outside my door. I tried to sit up, but a strong wave of dizziness forced me back onto the pillow. I felt weak and confused, my body heavy with exhaustion.

I make sure they don't spend any night over. After some month, i woke up with migraine headache. I have been feeling nausea, sleepy and have been uncomfortable for some weeks. I tried to stand up but I couldn't. I laid for sometime before. I decide to try again. I tried again, I tried and I sluggishly stood up. I went to the bathroom. I had a hot bath. After some minute I was done.

“But you need to learn to fight when it’s the right time.” His image got blurry and before I knew it, my body slumped against his as the room faded into darkness. *** I moaned, turning my head into the pillow as the sleep slowly faded. My head was pounding. It took a few seconds for me to remember exactly what had happened. I jerked upright and instantly regretted it when the room spun. My stomach twisted with nausea and for a moment I feared that I was going to puke. Thankfully, my stomach settled once the room stopped spinning.

The rest of activities after that appeared… distorted. I racked my head to remember more of the things that happened, but all my efforts ended up vague and only resulted in a migraine. Nonetheless, the heavy weight on my torso got me wondering and I tried sitting up, only to be pressed down by whoever laid on me. I had to crane my neck to look down at my body, my hand reaching down to tilt up the head of the sleeping person.

I must’ve gone back to sleep at some point in the car ride through the city because I wake up, completely disorientated, in a very familiar bed; Sarah’s loud snoring and body next to me. I sit up, warily, as the spinning nausea and headache of the world’s worst hangover hits me, and I push down the urge to throw up.

It played like a trailer in my mind as I looked up at the ceiling, losing myself in the darkness and flickering light. I woke up about three hours later, my head pounding. My neck hurts and I feel like I must’ve slept in some terrible position. I look over to see Drake sprawled on the couch, now totally on his back, one arm covering his face, a soft snore coming from him as his chest filled and exhaled. His weird attitude last night came back to me but my head hurt too much to spend much time thinking about it right now.

I smiled, wondering if he had noticed. I shut my eyes, willing myself to go back to sleep. I laid there, my blanket dragged all the way up as I tossed and turned uncomfortably, looking for whatever sleeping position would help me sleep faster. The ache I had all over my body was still present, I couldn’t tell if it was better or worse than it was earlier. I rested my elbows on the bed, used it to push myself into a sitting position. A sharp pain in my head stabbed me suddenly, making me let out a little scream.

I shook my head, leaning into him as I rested my head on his arms "I feel dizzy," I mumbled. I heard him mutter something but I couldn't make out what he said as I drifted off to sleep

CINNAMON Sleep had caught me off guard. One moment I was sitting on the edge of the couch, tense as a board, staring at the front door with my heart racing. The next, my alarm blared in my ear, and I woke up sideways, disoriented, with drool drying in the corner of my mouth and my neck protesting from the awkward position I had twisted myself into. I nearly sprang up from the couch in confusion, causing the room to tilt around me. I pressed my palm flat against the cushion and blinked until the walls stopped spinning. My phone. I grabbed it with both hands, my fingers trembling even before I unlocked the screen.