Romans & histoires Unbearable Headache

Althaia I woke up with the most pounding headache I have ever experienced in my life. My body was hurting like hell, and my mouth was drier than the Sahara. God… What did I do to myself? I was spread out on the bed with my eyes barely open because of the bright sunlight that streamed through the windows. I felt like I had smashed my head and tumbled down at least fifty flights of stairs. …Why did anyone ever let me drink champagne vodka? And yes, I refuse to take responsibility for my own actions when I was suffering this much.

I let out a heavy groan, leaning my back against the wall next to Shantel and running a rough hand through my own hair. My head starts throbbing, a piercing headache pulsing right behind my eyes from the stress of the last twenty-four hours. I look at Shantel breaking down in a corner. “Fuck, what the hell is this damn situation?”

I, too, held on with all my might, the headache radiating from the back of my head became almost unbearable, everything was spinning before my eyes. So without reaching the right place, I lost consciousness.

They were staging a protest. I felt a headache coming on. I just wanted silence. But still the voices in my head protested. I found myself sinking to the ground and trying to pierce my skin,to end it all but my nails weren't sharp enough to make me bleed out. I clenched my hair in my fists tightly. Eyes squeezed shut in agony. The voices in my head continued to protest. I jumped up from the bed looking for ways to silence them. The voices got louder and louder,I threw the bed against the cell gate,the gate rattling and just like that,the voices stopped and everywhere was silent, like I wanted.

I slowly start to wake up, but the first thing that hits me is this intense throbbing headache. It feels like a relentless drum pounding away in my skull, each beat sending shockwaves of pain radiating through my head. I can barely keep my eyes open; the bright light surrounding me is blinding, intensifying the throbbing sensation. I'm trying to piece together what happened, but my thoughts are muddled and foggy, as if I'm trapped in a daze. I struggle to remember why I was out, but the headache is so overwhelming that dizziness begins to creep in, making me long to curl up and escape the noise and harsh light.

Product of the bursting of a cerebral aneurysm. He had gone to sleep, tired and suffering from a severe headache. He refused the drink I prepared for him with the intention of alleviating his pain, fearing that I would deceive him again and give him Aqua Vítae to drink. The next morning when I woke up I had him dead by my side. I cannot describe the pain I experienced in the face of such irremediable loss. My heart, which had already been broken after my trial in England, was reduced to dust this time.

The maid nodded and moved quickly and I kept walking without looking back at the sounds still coming from behind Miranda’s door. By the time I reached my own room the headache had already started. It came on fast, which was unusual enough to register. Not the gradual build of a tension headache or the slow throb of a long day catching up, but a sharp escalating pressure that seemed to arrive from nowhere and establish itself immediately as something serious. I sat on the edge of my bed and pressed my fingers against my temples and tried to breathe through it the way I had learned to manage pain over years of training and combat and the general physical demands of being Alpha.

EMMA My head is pounding. It’s like there’s a tiny little guy with a hammer sitting between my temples, beating both sides of my skull. I groan, realizing that my phone is vibrating on the pillow next to me. Pulling my own pillow over my head, I try to ignore it. My head is making it obvious I had a little too much to drink last night, and the last thing I want to do is talk to someone. All I want to do is go back to sleep and hopefully wake up without this excruciating headache.

The ache in my head dulls to a low thrum, but the weight in my chest remains, heavy and unmoving. I exhale heavily, lowering my head as I press my thumbs into my temples. The pressure doesn’t do much for the pounding in my skull, but it’s better than doing nothing. I breathe in deeply, hold it for a moment, then let it out in a slow, controlled exhale. Again. And again. I need to calm down. To get Fenrir’s words out of my head before they tear me apart. But no matter how steady my breaths are, the throbbing pain doesn’t stop. It’s relentless, like a nail being driven into my brain.

Drake’s POV I started to rub at my temples, hoping the sharp, stabbing pain would fade away that had taken root inside my skull. What at first had been just a minor headache had been growing over the past days into something unbearable. And each time it flared, flashes of fragmented memories came with it, fragmented images I couldn't quite seem to piece together, so familiar faces, vague emotions, and unsettling scenes that slipped away the instant I tried to focus on them. My mind was in turmoil, and the pain did not help.