Unbearable Headache Novels & Stories

My head is dizzy with confusion. What the hell did she do to me? Why are these memories just coming to me? I feel another headache starting. The intense pressure is building up quickly. It feels as if something is trying to force its way into my brain. I pull out the last of my pills and swallow all three at once. I text the pack doctor for a refill. Even he can’t figure out what’s wrong with me. These headaches have been happening daily for nine months now. He’s run every test, and they all come back negative. Maybe I am going insane.

She had to find herbs to drink but not before she had her bath. She walked up the stairs slowly as her eyes began to turn. The headache was now becoming unbearable. Right from when she was little, Emily had this headache that her father called a peeping headache. It always came whenever she thought too much or tried so hard to concentrate on something but before the next minute it was gone. It always seemed to be like magic. Her father took her to several doctors to heal her of this terrifying headache but the doctors said that there was nothing that they could do. They just didn't have enough equipments to take care of it.

"Y-Yes… The subject had headaches but didn't regain previous memories." Jasper's eyes lit up. "What was the solution for the headaches?" Sylas scratched his head. "The team and I studied it, but it's brain injury and irreversible… there's nothing to be done."

I pressed my hand flat against my chest, holding my breath in absolute silence, desperate for a response, only to be met with nothing. "Okay," I murmured to the empty room. "Okay." I lay back down, my eyes fixed on the ceiling until the grey light gradually softened into gold. The headache arrived with breakfast, a familiar unwelcome guest for the past three mornings. It wasn’t a sharp, demanding pain, more like persistent pressure. A faint, insistent heaviness behind my eyes and at the base of my skull, like something struggling to rise from the depths of deep water, never quite breaking the surface. I ate because Zeviar was watching me. He’d mastered that subtle attention over the past wee

I listened to their conversations mentioning his name, even though he wasn't there? I was finishing work today when suddenly my head hurt a lot. This headache of mine often appears at unexpected times, and now I suddenly feel the pain again. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe regularly. This didn't make my headache go away, but at least it could reduce the pain a little by me being calm.

“Fuck.” God forbid that was the first word that came out of my mouth when I woke up with a really bad headache. It wasn’t new, to be honest—I deal with it almost a day or two within a week. Doctors said it was chronic and had to take medicines, but I just try to hold it in if I could. I didn’t want to skip work for the day, but I was really sick that leaving my bed for a while just gives me bad headaches I would never want to experience ever again—but it has always been a part of me, thanks to migraines.

Rella winced, groaning as the first ray of sunlight hit her face. She put her hand against her face to shield her eyes from the onslaught. Turning away from the source of her discomfort, she stretched lazily. When she finally sat up she bit her lip from crying out loud at the sharp pain in her head. Muttering expletives, she cradled her head all the while reminding herself never to drink again. She has a killer headache that felt like someone was drilling a hole inside her head.

The only problem is this damned headache. Of course, storing solid "Breath" in hee mental sphere caused her headache to return.

Almost as if on cue, the visions began running through his head putting the headache on a hundred. He screamed out loud at the painfulness of the ache. Unable to endure it anymore, Jaylen passed out.

The others stifled a laugh, but a genuine concern was still visible in their eyes. Kenji stepped forward with a smile. "Well, let's at least get you looking less like a tragedy and more like a princess." "Honestly, the only thing I need right now isn't to get dolled up, but a bottle of ibuprofen. This headache is absolutely killing me," I groaned, pressing the heel of my palm against my forehead in a futile attempt to massage away the throbbing pain. I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. The room, which had seemed so quiet just moments before, now felt loud and bright, each sound and ray of light intensifying the ache behind my eyes.