HELLO!

What a surprise to see all these reviews within one day! You got me on that one, I didn't expect that much! This is the first time I've had so much reviews for one chapter *"I love you" face*

I bet you have a lot of question in mind, I can understand why (obviously), but I can't really answer your question (otherwise I will spoil you the rest of the story).

YES, he's going to suffer like hell. YES, there are more chapters coming up soon. YES, there will be some cute moments after all (and funny ones sometimes). But NO, I can't tell you more ^^

I will try to update every day though, so... ENJOY!

CHAPTER 2

"Matt? Matt!"

Something was rubbed in the middle of the ribs, on his sternum. He felt his body move, he heard an enormous cry, someone calling him. He frowned, he grunted as he turned his head slightly toward that strident voice that was repeating his name.

"Stop...", he managed to pronounce.

Almost immediately, the shaking stopped and he could hear a long sigh. A few frozen fingers came to rest on his wrist, and he then understood that someone was near him.

"Gabby?"

The fingers went away, and he forced himself to open his eyes. This thin blur was still present, and he also noticed that his ears had begun to buzz again immediately after he had been awakened. An icy hand came to rest on his left cheek, turning his head to the right.

"Matt, I called you, but you never answered."

By the time he understood what she had just heard, he blinked several times to evacuate his blurred vision, but nothing changed. And suddenly, the information struck him. Gabby had called? When? He didn't remember anything, just having fallen asleep... How long had he slept? Everything was so confused in his head.

"You called?"

"Many times! I asked chief Boden to report my guard to be with you. I got worried sick!"

Gabby tried to hide it above all, but when she first called, she was not at all worried, on the contrary. She had just thought that her lover was sleeping peacefully and was going to wake up at the phone ring and that he was going to call her back. But after ten minutes, she had received no messages, no calls, nothing. She called a second time, a third, then a fourth and a fifth time, and every time, she had the answering. As she called, her anxiety grew by leaps and bounds. Seeing that, Brett had tried to reassure her by suggesting that they should go back to the apartment, but she declined the invitation, preferring to ask her boss if she could leave to be with Matt and do her shift later. She hadn't hidden the panic that gnawed at her more and more, but Boden didn't even ask him the question, feeling inwardly that it was about Casey. When he had granted her this request, she had thanked him and had immediately rushed to her car to go back to the apartment. It was only by passing the threshold of the door that she understood that something was wrong. The apartment was quiet, there was no one in the kitchen or in the living room, she couldn't hear the water, so Matt was not taking a shower. She had put down her bag on the floor, closing the key door before heading towards the room. Upon entering it, she saw that Matt was asleep, and that had reassured and worried her even more at the same time. In fact, she thought he had not left the bed since his arrival, but turning her head to the left, she had seen the sandwich he had prepared. She had sighed slightly by relief, because at least he had got up to prepare something, even if he hadn't been able to eat. She had then leaned over her man, gently placing her right hand on his shoulder.

"Matt?"

Not responding to her call, she frowned. She shook him a little, but nothing worked, he didn't answer.

"Matt?"

She had completely put him on his back, suddenly removing the blankets on him and began to shake her fist on his sternum until he responded, to her relief.

"What time is it?"

Quickly, Gabby looked at her watch before concentrating again on Matt's eyes.

"Three in the morning."

Matt couldn't believe it. He had slept two hours this morning, six hours after lunch, and now nine more hours? So why did he still feel so tired? Why was his excruciating headache always present, always spoiling his life? In a long groan, he straightened up to sit down and pulled his legs out of the bed. A great shudder ran through his back, slowly passing over his spine. He frowned, discovering that now, when he was seated, he hadn't as much headache as before, and that the nausea had almost disappeared.

"You okay?"

"Uh... Better than a few hours ago", he confessed, smiling.

Instinctively, Gabby passed her hand over his forehead, as she had done after lunch.

"You still have no fever", she reassured him.

As usual when he felt bad, she passed her hand at the base of his neck, massaging the area between his ears to relax. If Matt had been a cat, he would be purring so much as it made him feel better. But suddenly, Gabby stopped, frowning. She pressed her fingers just over her left ear, massaging a part that was starting to hurt Matt.

"What's wrong?"

"You, uh... You have a bump, just where I'm massaging."

In turn, Matt frowned, and reached the area with his own hand to feel a small well shaped bump.

"Matt, answer me honestly, I beg you. Have you... Have you bumped your head recently?"

Her question was littered with anxiety. But Matt understood the reason: the slightest shock to the head could be problematic for him. Then, he thought for long seconds, making his life from that moment until perhaps finding the moment when he would have bumped his head.

"Um... the fire", he said very imprecisely.

"The fire?"

"This morning, the structure fire... Uh, I was looking after the father, and... He panicked and he pushed me really hard. I lost my balance and my head hit the wall when my helmet fell, but..."

"Matt!" She interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

"But it was not violent, Gabby! It was just a little shock like when I banged on the table three months ago", he tried to reassure her.

She was about to answer him, but she held back, closing her mouth and breathing deeply to calm herself.

"Matt... The place where you bumped your head has already been weakened by a fracture. Even a small shock can cause a lot of damage now", she explained calmly.

She didn't want to rush him, because after all, he was the one who had to know his own body better than herself.

"We should go check in the hospital, you might have a concussion. And doctors could probably give you something more effective than tylenol."

"Gabby, it's just a migraine, it's gonna pass. Like the last time. If it really gets worse, then okay, we'll go. To reassure you, but by then, it will get better."

She said nothing, continuing to massage the base of Matt's neck. After that, he felt slightly better. The hammer had almost stopped banging on his skull, his vision had become less blurred, and even though his ears were still ringing, the nausea was passing by.

"When did you have your last tylenol?"

"The last time I got up."

"Meaning?"

"Nine hours ago."

Gabby's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, but as she was shocked and surprised, no words came out.

"I know, it's a lot", he said before sighing. "Listen, the last migraine I had was due to my lack of sleep. I had very bad sleep the previous days and it went away with a lot of rest. I have hardly slept for a few days because I have a lot to think about, that's all. I have a migraine because I haven't slept enough, quite simply."

"If you say so..."

"Gabby..."

"Alright Alright. We're gonna make a deal. You get a lot of rest, you drink water a lot, you eat even if you are not hungry, and if the migraine gets worse, we go to the hospital, okay?"

Matt knew he couldn't fight Gabby, he knew she was stronger than him on that one. So, he nodded softly.

"What about Louie?"

"I'll take care of him, don't worry about it", she said with a smile. "Take your medicine, I'll get you a little soup. I have everything I need for that."

"Gabby, it's three in the morning."

"Matt, you only ate something this morning, and you ate three pasta fighting a duel at lunch! You. Have. To eat. Now."

He sighed, feeling the crushing defeat he had just taken. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, shaking his head very slightly from side to side.

"Fine. I have time to take a shower? Maybe that would relax me a bit."

"If I finish before I hear the water stop, I'll join you. I haven't taken a shower since this morning."

"Whence the odor...", he teased her, smiling proudly.

Gabby turned, bending a shocked head by what he had just said, opening her mouth completely. But she began to laugh.

"Do not take advantage of your calamitous situation!"

But even if she wanted to appear offended by this accusation from Matt, she could not help but to kiss him tenderly.

"You know that making love helps a migraine to fade away?" Matt stated, laughing.

Gabby straightened up to meet Matt's gaze. It was filled with satisfaction.

"You know what? Just because you told me I was stinking, you will be deprived of sex for a month."

Matt couldn't help but to let out a little laugh.

"You? A month without sex? Okay, I bet you can't handle it."

Gabby couldn't resist to hit Matt tenderly on his left arm as he laughed. The two lovers knew that she was the biggest trigger of torrid moments between them, she was the one who would be complaining of the deprivation of sex. She kissed him again as he continued to laugh, asking him to go take a shower while she was preparing something to eat. He went to the bathroom, staggering as she left for the kitchen. His plan had partly worked: he knew that Gabby was worried about his migraine, but he had managed to make her somehow forget that by attacking her on something that often made her laugh. He was happy with that, because having his worried girlfriend on his back was not easy to live with, saying all the time that he was fine, trying to reassure her when nothing was working or almost nothing. He looked at himself in the mirror, passing his fingers again on the small bump. He frowned. This couldn't be the cause of his migraine, most of the pain was coming from the right side of his head, and the shock had occurred on the other side, on the left. He sighed, lowering his hand to the sink and looking down. What was really weird was that now he felt better when he was seated, and even better when he was standing, while a few hours ago, it was the opposite; he felt much better when he was lying under blankets. He couldn't find the least logic in that. He inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times as he took off his clothes, then went into the shower. As soon as the warm water came on him, he relaxed almost instantly. He closed his eyes and raised his head, almost emitting a long groan as he felt better. He stood there for long minutes, trying to forget all that was going on around him and inside of him. Until an icy hand came to rest on his right shoulder, causing him to jump.

"Damn, Gabby! You scared the hell of me!"

"I've been talking to you for five minutes and you didn't answer Matt!"

"W-what?"

He frowned, looking at her from head to toe. She was trembling like a leaf as she was terrified. For five minutes, she spoke to him from the kitchen, and he had always responded despite the running water, but not this time. And when she came in the bathroom, all she had seen was a statue with his head raised to the sky, hot water dripping on him with his eyes closed. She had called him several times before she decided to put her hand on him.

"Matt, we should go to the hospital. You never had absences with your previous migraines."

"Gabby, I felt good for the first time of the day, relaxed. I just fell asleep while standing."

She also frowned, letting her body tremble freely. She didn't believe him at all.

"I assure you Gabby", he said again when he saw in her eyes that she didn't believe him. "When I'm standing or sitting, I have less headache than when I'm lying down."

She sighed, swallowing her saliva by sorting through this information and her own emotions. Maybe she was worrying too much? Maybe it was indeed just a migraine like others.