Concussions suck. Nobody needs to be told that. It's a given fact.

No one likes their head to feel like it's in a vice, or like it's been hit by a bat.

No one likes being tired and nauseous for days on end.

No one likes not remembering which day of the week it is, or if they actually tried to eat breakfast that day.

No one likes being overwhelmed by sound, light or tasks.

Least of all him.

Hondo squinted at the blinds that was covering the windows. They let too much light through.

Damn, he hated concussions.