Page 99 of Revival

Spencer

Gorgeous, I don’t think you know the definition of lucky

Me

Being with you is the definition of lucky

Spencer

That’s my line

Me

I’m sorry for screwing this up. We can reschedule for tomorrow if you’re free

Or maybe the next day. Sometimes they linger

Spencer

What do you need?

Me

Rest

Spencer

Are you lying down?

Me

Not yet. Just getting home. I need to get some ice for my head

Spencer

Climb into bed. I’m just closing the shop. I’ll be there in twenty

Me

You don’t have to do that

Spencer

I wasn’t asking for your permission

I stumble into the house.Feeling blindly along the wall, I slap the light switch for the front porch and the one beside it for the kitchen. A harsh white glow instantly illuminates my main floor. I clutch the wall for support as I manage to kick off my sneakers without untying the laces.

Holy fuck, this is a bad one.

My eyes are reduced to squints as the light steals what’s left of my eyesight. Heat prickles along my scalp as my body temperature rises. I fight to tear off my scrub top, leaving me in the black tank I normally wear underneath. I only make it as far as the couch before I topple onto my stomach and bury my face in the decorative teal pillow. Thank god I had the foresight to buy a new couch after Sebastian sullied it with his affair.

The fight leaks out of me as my head throbs.

I did think I was lucky. I haven’t had a migraine since before I went on my trip. A small part of me even thought maybe this was the start tothe big change.As I get older, I know those things are on the horizon.

That is until I was finishing up a sterilization surgery, and I felt it come on. I had to power through a handful of tasks, but the flickering fluorescent lights at the clinic contributed to the headache getting worse. I keep reminding myself to swap them out, only to forget once the migraine goes away. Each subsequent one acts as a reminder I fail to heed.

This time I’ll remember, I promise myself, slipping into an unconscious oblivion. I’m not quite asleep, but I’m not awake either. Normally, if Ollie is home during a migraine, I can still hear him moving around. It just helps to hold still and close my eyes, mimicking the rest I’d get if my head didn’t feel like it was being torn into pieces.

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