BTHB - Headache/Migraine

This one was requested by @someoneonearth2007,thank you!

The words swam on the computer screen in front of Fao. He couldn’t focus, he’d been struggling to write these notes for what felt like forever. It didn’t help he was sat at a busy ward front desk, but he had nowhere else to sit and his office was too far away.

With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his face, leaning back on his chair. It creaked in protest, and Fao didn’t quite trust it. Groaning, he sat back forwards and tried to focus again on what he was writing. His headache had been lingering all afternoon, but now it was just getting worse and worse. He pulled his hair out of its bun and let it hang loose around his shoulders whilst he tried to finish these notes, praying it was just his bun causing the headache. It didn’t make a difference, but he didn’t have the energy to put it back up yet.

The phone beside him rang, shrill and loud, for probably the third time in five minutes. It seemed to echo in his head, flaring the headache and making the pain somehow worse. He realised he couldn’t keep ignoring it anymore, and wearily reached across the desk to answer it. It was, of course, not something he could help with, and that meant getting up to find someone whocould help. His headache flared as he stood up, helpfully, and he ignored the brief flash of dizziness that came with it.

Once he’d found the person who could help, Fao sat back down and continued trying to type up his notes. But now he had someone standing next to him, loudly chatting away about god knows what, and he still couldn’t focus.

His notes were littered with typos that he couldn’t focus on long enough to fix, but he knew he needed to sort them. At least the nurse talking next to him was gone, but it wouldn’t be long before the phone rang again, he was sure.

The headache was now causing his jaw pain to flare, or was the jaw pain making the headache worse? He didn’t know. Either way, it fucking hurt. The painkillers he’d taken didn’t seem to have made any difference at all, and he rested his head on the desk in front of him with a groan. The bright hospital lights were just making everything worse. He needed darkness, he needed to close his eyes just for five minutes.