A/N: Oh man has it been forever! Sorry about that, school kind of kicked my butt right at the end there. But summer is upon us so I should *hopefully* have a lot more time to write! As always, I appreciate all the reviews and support everyone's given me and I am still open to requests if you have any ideas! Enjoy!
Matt awoke to an annoying throb at the base of his skull. Headaches weren't all that uncommon of an occurrence, especially because of all the stress that came with college.
Unfortunately however, headaches had the awful tendency to turn into migraines. Now headaches were something Matt could deal with, he'd grit his teeth and ignore the pain, but migraines became debilitating. Medication wouldn't help, and any noise or movement sent his world on fire into a tailspin.
He hadn't experienced a migraine for years, but when the throbbing in his skull began to slither its way along the sides of his head until it wrapped its pointy tentacles and grasped his temples tightly, he knew exactly where it was heading. And it was heading downhill fast.
So Matt quietly excused himself from his early afternoon class and stumbled his way back to his dorm. He probably made quite the spectacle, stumbling down the street like a drunken man, barely one o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon.
When Matt made it back to his room he unceremoniously dumped his things on the floor, kicking off his shoes before falling into bed and curling up into a tight ball, cradling his head between his arms and willing the world to quiet down.
"Hey Matt!" Foggy called happily as he entered the dorm, letting the door swing shut behind him. He dropped his backpack in front of his closet before glancing in the direction of his roommate and cursing himself quietly.
Matt groaned softly and shifted his position ever-so-slightly, making Foggy grimace. "Sorry I woke you up." He apologized.
"Wasn't sleeping." Matt practically whimpered, meek tone immediately drawing Foggy's attention.
"Matt, what's wrong?"
"Got a migraine."
"Oh." Foggy paused and blinked. He'd never been very good dealing with medical situations. He remembered one time when he was younger and Tristen had fallen off her bike. Her elbow had gone right through the shed window. There had been blood everywhere, and Tristen had ended up needing stitches, but when it had first happened Foggy hadn't had the faintest idea what to do.
'Pain meds, those will help, right?' Foggy thought uncertainly. He crossed over to his desk and tried to search through one of the drawers as quietly as possible. Advil, that was supposed to help with headaches.
"Hey Matt, do you need water to swallow pills?"
"No-" Matt groaned, whining into his pillow.
Foggy crossed the room quickly and dumped a handful of pills into his hand. "Here, these should help." Foggy whispered, thrusting his hand near the pillow.
Matt tried to push the pills away but it was too late. "Trash!" He gasped, face paling.
Foggy was confused for a moment, but fortunately caught on to what was happening just in the nick of time. He shoved their small trashed can against the side of Matt's bed and grimaced as his roommate upheaved the contents of his stomach.
"Are you sure it's just a migraine?" Foggy questioned in concern, shuffling from foot-to-foot.
"Yeah." Matt gasped, spitting into the trash can. "The scent of pain medicine does that sometimes."
"Seriously? Jeez Matt, I'm sorry. I didn't even know pain medicine had a scent!"
Matt chuckled softly, falling back onto his pillows exhaustedly. "Wouldn't expect you to."
"So, if pain meds make you sick, what do you do?"
"Ride it out, hope that it goes away quickly."
"Man that really sucks, is there anything I can do?"
Matt remained silent for a moment, eyes scrunched in pain as his brain was skewered by invisible spears.
Foggy stood by, watching helplessly as his friend suffered. He felt awful, he just wished he could help.
"Can you-" Matt began but broke off with a soft groan, breathing evenly through his mouth for a moment. "Turn the lights off? Normally the buzzing isn't too bad but-"
"I got you." Foggy interrupted. It was obvious speaking took a great deal of effort and it wasn't as if Matt needed to explain himself to him. If having the lights off would help then Foggy would sit in the dark for a while, end of story.
"Try to get some sleep." Foggy whispered, "I'll be here if you need anything."
"I know." Matt mumbled in response, curling his body into a tight ball and covering his head with a blanket.
Foggy couldn't stop the amused smile that captured his lips as he sat down on his bed. He figured he'd take a nap as well, he wasn't sure how loud his laptop was but he didn't want to risk bothering Matt with the noise.
The two didn't really talk about what happened after that. Later that evening Foggy had awoken to find Matt reading quietly on his bed, looking far better than he had earlier, but neither of them explicitly brought the incident up.
If Foggy suddenly paid slightly closer attention to the little winces Matt tried to hide well, he never said anything. And if Matt noticed the new-found attention he didn't let on, nor ask for it to stop.