I don't own ASOUE.
Warning: ASOUE and Walking Dead spoilers.
The Baudelaires continued to decline as time went on. They had only endured a few nights of S.O.R.E., but the Quagmires could tell that it was already taking its toll. All three of the Baudelaires had trouble staying awake long enough to eat at meals, and as a result, all three of them had lost weight. Their eyes were constantly sunken and ringed by dark circles as well.
On top of all that, at lunch one afternoon, Isadora noticed that Klaus would not look up from his tray. His head was resting in his hands, and he kept massaging his temples.
"What's wrong?" She asked before glancing over at Violet. She was groggily poking at her food with a fork and propping her head up with her other hand.
Klaus slowly looked up at Isadora.
"What?" He mumbled. He was squinting.
"Are you okay? You look like something's wrong."
"Oh. No. It's just a migraine." He took his glasses off and dug the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. "I get these a lot."
"How long have you had it?"
"About 2 days." Klaus covered his eyes with one hand. "This one's worse than the others. Usually it just feels like I'm Glenn being bludgeoned by Negan, but this one is like the little face hugger from Aliens is coming out of my skull instead of my stomach."
Isadora's jaw dropped.
"Dude, that's not good."
"Yeah, I know. But I can't really do anything about it." He shrugged. "I tried water, didn't help. Can't eat because I'll throw up if I try. I don't have any medicine, so I can't do that."
"The nurse might."
"I doubt it."
"Trust me, she has medicine. When I got hit with that hockey puck, she gave me ibuprofen for the pain. I'm sure she can give you something."
Klaus was silent for a moment.
"Okay, fine. You win." He started to get up. Isadora followed suit.
"Come on." She walked over to his side of the table and put her hand on his back to steady him. "Duncan, I'm taking Klaus to the nurse."
"Have fun."
As they walked through the hallway, Isadora occasionally stole glances at Klaus. He had claimed that he was fine, but his skin was very pale, much more so than usual, and he would occasionally stumble a bit.
Finally, they reached the nurse's office, and sat down in two chairs by the corner of the empty room. Klaus laid his head down on Isadora's shoulder, and she put her arm around him.
"Next!"
"That's us."
They stood up and walked through another door labeled 'Nurse'. Inside, there was a small Indian woman wearing burgundy scrubs and a gray cardigan with a name tag that read 'Nurse Kira Patel'. When she stood up to greet them, they could see that she was not much taller than Klaus.
"What seems to be the problem?" Nurse Patel asked as she ushered Klaus and Isadora to a vinyl bench against the wall.
"I have a migraine." Klaus answered. "I'm sensitive to light and sound, I'm dizzy and nauseous, and my vision is blurry."
"Any other symptoms?"
"I'm seeing flashing lights, and most of the pain is concentrated on the right side of my head."
Nurse Patel nodded.
"Okay. I'm going to take your temperature and check your pupils. Remove your glasses, please."
Klaus did as she asked and handed his glasses to Isadora as the nurse took his temperature.
"99.4." She read off the thermometer. "You have a low-grade fever, but nothing you should worry about." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a penlight. "Follow the light, please." She turned the light on, and Klaus immediately recoiled.
"What's wrong?" Isadora asked.
"I think I'm gonna be sick."
Luckily, Nurse Patel was a quick thinker. She grabbed a nearby garbage can and shoved it into Klaus' lap, and not a moment too soon. He immediately hunched over and began to heave.
Isadora didn't know what to do. Should she hold his hair back? Rub his shoulder? She had never been in this type of situation before.
She eventually settled for resting her hand between his shoulder blades and occasionally moving her hand up and down in a comforting manner.
After a few more minutes, Klaus was still. He seemed to be done, but he wasn't letting go of the garbage can.
"How are you feeling?" Isadora asked gingerly.
"I'm vomiting into a trash can, Isadora." Klaus groaned. His voice was raspy. "What do you think?"
"Fair enough." She shrugged. She handed him his glasses as Nurse Patel handed him a small plastic cup of water.
"Small sips." The nurse instructed. Klaus shakily brought the cup to his lips and drank the water slowly. "Will you be all right if I give you two ibuprofen?"
"I think so." He nodded. "I feel a little better, I guess. I'm not quite as dizzy now."
Nurse Patel nodded.
"Take these two ibuprofen, and make sure you eat." She handed him two small pills, and he accepted them. "Drink lots of water, and make sure you get plenty of sleep tonight."
"Yes ma'am." Klaus mumbled.
"Now go on back to lunch, you two."
"We will."
Klaus' migraine continued for another two days. By the time it finally broke, he and his sisters had endured eight nights of S.O.R.E., and were no closer to figuring out Olaf's evil scheme than before. Their class participation had stopped completely, and their assignments were untouched.
To add insult to injury, they had just received word that they were going to be forced to take a comprehensive exam, and that if they did not pass, they would be expelled. The Quagmires had volunteered to do the running exercises that night, not knowing that it would lead to their own kidnapping by Olaf and his associates.
It was a highly regrettable turn of events, but as you, dear reader, ought to know by now, that's just how the story goes.