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Waking up at 4am was not on your list of activities you wanted todo this week, but that's the way the cookie crumbles... Or some other bullshit Steven would say. You don't know, you woke up with such a migraine that getting hit with a bus would be more preferable. And here's the thing, your migraines were never this bad.
Okay, sure, you've gotten the occasionally bad migraine. You know, one of those that makes you feel like you might throw up those really fucking good crepes you ate that morning. But never this bad. Like, this was bad bad. The size of Saskatchewan, the one Canadian Providence you knew of, bad. Which is probably a little concerning now that you of it...
But your cozy in bed, and you had taken your meds, so there wasn't much you could really do... I mean, yeah, ibuprofen or maybe Tylenol would help, but Steven was getting ready for work.
There was a beat of silence as they lied in your and Steven's shared bed, head continuing throb and sting. The fan was softly whirling above you, having only been turned on when you had jolted awake.
Thinking of it now, maybe sleeping with the fan off was why you had this migraine...
But you didn't want to think of the of your actions right now, because a particularly harsh pulse of pain had just shot threw your body. You squeezes your eyelids shut, rubbing the heels of your hands over them - heavily groaning as you did. "Fuck my stupid yaoi life..." You grumbled, begrudgingly tossing the comforting blanket off. Laying here wasn't doing any good, you might as well suck it and take that damn ibuprofen.
Your fingers brushed the bathrooms doorframe, bright lights stinging your sleep ridden eyes. Stevens head turned as your enter, a quiet hum leaving him while adjusting him tie. "Can't sleep still?"
You shook your head, rubbing at your temples. "Do you have any ibuprofen... I gotta headache..." You murmured, voice hoarse from sleep - or lack thereof.
Quietly Steven chuckled, shaking his head softly - his dial jingling quietly, the metal clicking. "Yeah, we've got ibuprofen." He hummed, slightly amused by your current state. He plucked the small bottle from the medicine cabinet, handing you a couple pills.
"Get some rest, darling." Steven murmured, cupping your cheek with his free hand. Carefully he drug his thumb over your skin, watching as you leaned against him - letting him support you.
"I love you.."
"I love you too, darling.”