My head was pounding like a freight train was running over bumpy tracks through it. Nothing was helping. Medicine. Cool cloths. Dark room. Nothing.
I knew if I could go home and get some sleep it would help, but that would also make things worse.
Stress.
I was behind. There was no way to overlook it. The afternoons leaving on time, the mornings getting in later than usual. None of it was adding up for me.
I loved it, but it made my issues even more apparent.
I needed help.
“You still have that headache?” Laura asked, bringing me a glass of water and more pills.
I nodded and accepted both. “Yeah. Hopefully this round will make it better.”
“Are you going out with Wyatt tonight? Maybe you should just go home.”
“What I should do is stay here and get all this work done. I’m behind on e
