Sorry it took so long! My life has been very hectic lately. I will TRY to post another chapter sometime Friday night, but no promises.

Damian gently led Lindsay into the boys' dorm and gestured for her to sit down on his bed. She obliged and sat down with a heavy sigh. The glee project was really starting to wear her down. She only got migraines when she was stressed out, and this was the worst headache she had ever had in her life. The boys had been telling her that she needed to get more rest the past couple of days, and she was starting to think that they might just be right. Maybe she had been pushing herself too hard.

She didn't even realize Damian had left the room until he came back with Advil and a glass of water in his hand. She thanked him before graciously accepting. She swallowed the pill and gulped down the glass of water. After setting the glass down, she met his bright blue eyes. He looked concerned.

"How bad does it hurt?" he asked, sitting down next to her.

"Not too bad," she lied, avoiding eye contact.

"As good of an actress as you are, I don't quite believe you," he chuckled.

Lindsay said nothing, leaning against her friend and resting her head on his shoulder. Damian smiled and slipped his arm around the dark haired girl's waist, hoping to somehow soothe her despite the sharp pain in her head. They sat like that for a couple of minutes, not saying anything, just breathing in harmony. Lindsay felt her stomach start to turn and prayed that the nausea would pass. She would often throw up during her worst migraines, and she didn't want to do that at the moment.

"Lindsay?" Damian asked, after feeling her body stiffen against his.

Suddenly, she was out of his embrace. She ran out of the room with a hand over her mouth and ran into the bathroom. She closed the door and opened the lid to the toilet to empty the contents of her stomach. She would have locked the door had she known that Damian would follow her. She didn't want him to see her like this at all.

Damian gathered her hair and held it, careful not to tug against her head. His other hand rubbed circles in her back while he wished there was something else he could do to help. He hated seeing her in pain and feeling so sick. It was over fairly quickly, much to Lindsay's relief. She flushed the toilet and collapsed back into Damian. He wrapped his arms around her and murmured sweet phrases to her until she caught her breath.

"I hate this so much," she whimpered, wiping the tears that had leaked from her eyes.

"Don't cry, Linds. This might make it worse, but I'm going to take care of you until you're feeling better."

She smiled into the crook of his neck. It was such a Damian way of cheering someone up, to try and make them laugh. Still smiling, she smacked him lightly.

"There's my girl," he grinned, "now let's get you back in bed."

He practically lifted Lindsay to her feet and he rubbed her back as she brushed her teeth. When she was done, she pushed open the door to the bathroom and made her way back to the boys' dorm. Damian tagged along behind her, his hands once again on her shoulders. She climbed into his bed and went over the covers, her stomach feeling fine, but her head still pounding.

"Damo, make it stop hurting."

"Believe me Linds, I would if I could."

Sighing, Lindsay scooted over and pat the spot next to her. Damian looked exhausted, and she was in his bed. He gave her his token raised eyebrow look before lying down next to her. He was pretty tired, too. The both of them really needed some time to rest. There was rarely any down time during the competition, and for once they were actually going to use it as down time, instead of extra rehearsing. He turned to the girl beside him and saw her eyes shut tightly. He could tell that she was still in a great deal of pain and that she was not yet asleep. He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to her head.