Unbearable Headache Novels & Stories

I gasped, my hands instinctively clutching at my temples as the world around me tilted. “Isa?” Emerson’s voice, distant yet urgent, called out to me. His hands were on me again, steadying me, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the pain. The sharpness of the headache grew unbearable, and I shut my eyes tightly, willing it to go away, but it only intensified. "Emerson…" I whispered, my voice a broken plea, “What’s happening to me?”

"Concerned he said, and I immediately wiped my nose, then he smiled bitterly. I'm fine. Thank you for coming with me. At least I don't feel like I'm alone, "I said and smiled bitterly, but it didn't stop my headache. I don't let it be known that my head hurts. I don't want to be taken to the hospital again. Maybe later I won't have that headache anymore. You know, If it hurts, you let go. Letting go is not the easiest thing to do. But suffering is more painful than letting go. "

Don’t you know what’s going on? Although Vera felt aggrieved, she did not dare to expose anything in front of Charlie, so she could only pinch her temples with one hand and say with a look of misery, “I don’t know what happened. I was feeling fine, but I started having a headache out of nowhere on the day when I came to report to the university. It was a really terrible headache. It felt like countless needles were stuck in my brain and those needles were all connected in one line and there was a thread that was being pulled back and forth along that line. It was so painful that I felt as if my head was going to explode…”

His mind was so focused that the passage of time completely slipped away. When he finally looked up from the screen, he realized it was already nighttime. He set everything aside and rushed out of the office, but it wasn't enough. A sharp, pounding headache began to throb against his temples. He thought a simple pill would stop it, but he was wrong. The pain grew worse, and he felt even more frustrated. He couldn't afford a headache at such an important moment, but his body simply wasn't cooperating.

“Yet your brain is working hard enough to confuse my best, medical specialist. Explain that to me, Ayla. Tell me how a human accomplishes that.” “I don’t know anything,” I cry out, the stress finally weighing on me, my entire body trembling as the throbbing headache returns sharply. I grip my hair with both hands, tears of frustration finally spilling over my eyelids. “I don’t know why my brain is doing that. I’ve had terrible headaches for almost a week now. I told you I’ve been sick! Maybe I have a tumor. Maybe I’m dying! Why don’t you just let me go so I can see a real doctor?”

The bus jerked forward the moment I sank into the cracked vinyl seat, and the motion sent a bolt of pain straight through the center of my skull. This wasn’t the dull ache of a normal headache or the throbbing pulse of simple exhaustion; it was a full, merciless migraine blooming behind my eyes like a white-hot star exploding.

My hands clutched the open wound, feeling the warm liquid spill out. And then the headache started. Sharp, piercing, splitting me in two. The same familiar heaviness that made my legs want to give out but this time, the pain was more intense, hotter, fiercer, like fire in my skull. I clutched my head, crying out — and the world around me erupted.

" she said. I didn't utter a word. She had made her decision. She wouldn't change her mind. She's a stubborn woman after all. I laid on the hospital bed gazing at the ceiling. Not only did I feel trapped, I was incapacitated. I would have baked my cookies for the day and taken them to the bar. I was beginning to calculate the day's earning we will miss and the hospital bills. I was also thinking about my unbaked cookies and Osifa's registration fee into the Junior High Secondary school. My headache returned. I shut my eyes and began to sleep. "When did your headaches begin? " asked Dr. Amrah. She had summoned me to her office. My mother and Osifa had gone home to fix lunch while Kiki and Ta

“Aahhh this is the worst headache I have ever had…how do you bearing it “, I said still hunching forward rubbing my temples to remove the hurt. “That’s why I warned you to don’t drink but you didn’t listen me. I am used of it by bits but you are just beginner and you emptied a whole bottle in one go that your body couldn’t able to handle the power “, he said worryingly and I tried to take a glimpse of him.

"I don't need Mom, I don't need!!!, Welbeck!. Welbeck rushed out of the door, eager to get the shopping done quickly so that he could start preparing dinner for his in-laws. He walked briskly down the street, scanning the storefronts for the items he needed. As he pushed his way through the crowds of people, he began to feel lightheaded and his headache started to worsen. Despite his discomfort, Welbeck continued to walk, determined to get everything he needed as quickly as possible. He managed to find everything on his list and made his way back to his in-laws' house. As he opened the door and stepped inside, his headache intensified, causing him to wince in pain. He could feel his body gro