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As the living room light flicked on, that seemed to be the final straw.
It was currently 9:30 in the PM, and Chris’s head was killing him. At the sound of him groaning, Chef had quickly flicked the light back off.
Sliding down the couch dramatically, Chris sighed as it had now hit the two hour mark of this stupid migraine. As he’d laid back down dramatically, he saw the amused look Chef gave him as he leaned against the wall. “That’s it Chef, It’s been too long. You’ve gotta shoot me now, It’s the only way.” He stated, half serious. The whole situation was beginning to drive him crazy-
Well, crazier.
Chef simply shook his head at the others request. “You’re fine, you’ve got a headache.”
“A migraine , which shooting me will help!”
“I’m not going to shoot you!” Chef scoffed exasperatedly. He knew the other’s head hurt, but enough to shoot him? It wasn’t bad enough for that. Not yet, anyway.
While Chef did feel bad for the other, surely Chris had to have been being dramatic about the whole thing. Of course, he couldn’t know, because he didn’t get migraines. Only headaches that came whenever Chris walked in the room, but that seemed to be a universal experience.
“So why don’t you just try sleeping it off?” As soon as the words left Chef’s mouth, he swore the glare Chris gave him could’ve killed a man. It was also then he realized the groggy half-awake look on the others face. “Oh shit, were you tryna sleep? I didn’t wake you up?” Realizing how he’d come in and immediately put the bright lights on, feeling a little guilty.
Grimacing at Chef’s realization he was going to nod, before deciding on shaking his head no. “I mean- There was no way I was gonna stay asleep for long anyway.” He chuckled lightly. “Besides, I need to do some shit later, can’t sleep through it.”
Chef hummed, nodding, still feeling a bit bad. “You okay?”
“It’ll pass.” Chris replied, doubtfully. It had been two hours, and he had a slight feeling that it was definitely going to be another hour before it went away for good. Or at least until tomorrow.
“You’ll be alright, man.” He nodded, as if he were agreeing for the both of them. “What you had to drink today?” He asked, as if that was going to be the cause of all this annoying head pain.
Chris simply held up the metallic flash, the sound of water sloshing inside it as he tilted it. To Chef, it sounded pretty empty. “I’ll go make you a drink.”
As Chef walked into the kitchen to flip on the kettle, he heard Chris calling something out.
“Hey, on a scale of one to ten, how bad do you think the results are gonna be if I put in my symptoms?”
“Brain tumor.”
“... Fair enough.” Chris sighed, shaking his head slightly, wincing when the simple motion made his head hurt. Sorry for being snappy.” He apologized, genuinely.
“Nah, you weren’t being snappy, sorry for turning the lights on, man.” He snorted, slightly. God, he was a dumbass. Chris smiled at that too, before leaning back onto the couch, covering his face with one of the pillows he’d brought from their room.
Chef sent a soft smile to the other before opening the cabinet, looking for one of the the nicer cups, preferably a thermal one. That way it’d be a while before the drink changed temperatures.
What was the perfect thing for a migraine? Coffee, probably . They normally helped him with headaches, besides. Chris needed to submit some applications later for getting new challenges approved. It was better than what they’d previously been doing, which was preparing the challenges on live TV and then just hoping the producers wouldn’t call and tell them they couldn’t.
“Drinks nearly done, don’t go falling asleep on me.” Not that he’d care all too much if he did, Hell he encouraged it. The stuff didn’t need to be sent yet anyway, as long as it was done before midnight.
A mumbled annoyed “... ‘Kay” Let him know that he didn’t need to worry about that. He couldn’t actually see Chris now, because the couch was facing towards the flatscreen.
But as he began to pour the instant coffee into the boiled water, he saw a head of black hair suddenly appear. “Where do you think you’re off to?” He hummed.
“Gotta get up soon anyway..” He mumbled, rubbing the side of his head annoyedly. “Thanks, by the way. For being nice.”
Chef could only scoff. “Don’t act like it’s a rare occurrence, smartass.” He laughed, softly. “Anyway, take your stupid drink and go in the other room to get your shit done, I won’t make any noise.”
As he heard a genuinely extremely grateful thank you, Chef smiled as he watched Chris begin to slowly walk over to the office room, dimming the lights down in it, before walking in, the door shutting behind him.
Well, he could always watch his shows with headphones in.
As Chris entered the reasonably sized office, he winced. Squinting his eyes momentarily as the laptop screen began to glow. It was really bright compared to how dark everything was in the room. But it seemed anything too bright or loud was annoying him today.
Absentmindedly, he popped up the lid, the straw sticking out as he took a sip. He grimaced a little at how strong the coffee smelt, but the instantly amazing taste made it worth it. He knows he should’ve expected a drink like this when he heard the kettle turn on, but he’d honestly thought Chef was making him water or something.
This was nice.
His head still hurt like a bitch, but maybe he’d be able to focus more now…
As a whole thirty minutes had passed, Chris was typing a way. He’d been so focused in his writing, he was attempting to ignore the way the migraine was beginning to creep back up on him a little bit, trying to push through it as he continued writing and typing away at the keyboard.
He’d sighed, taking another sip of the drink. He was halfway done now, there were so many things he had to get done with, and in reality he should’ve started working on all of this a few hours earlier. But he couldn’t exactly be blamed, his head hurt and that was excuse enough, probably.
Two down, two more to go…
He was five hundred words away from the final one before he just sighed, shutting the laptops screen as he walked out of the room, he’d let the door slam as he walked out before freezing and groaning as doing that was stupid and had actually really hurt. So he stood in the hall, hissing like the idiot he was from the action he’d caused.
“Taking It’s not going great?” Chef frowned, sympathetic.
Chris only whined, speaking to the other. “Couldn’t finish it. Just- I need five minutes, then I’ll do it.” That was code for, ‘I’m going to probably forget but I’ll just deal with the consequences later’
“Cmon, go lay down for a while.” He spoke quietly, taking Chris’s free hand, as he guided them to the living room. All the lights were dimmed, and the couch had a blanket and pillows on it. “I know your stubborn ass isn’t going to lie down in an actual bed, so this is the next best thing. I don’t want you sleeping on the floor anymore.” He pointed, glaring lightly.
“... Thank you” Chris sighed, he absolutely loved it.
“Cmon, now.” And so Chef guided them both to the couch, sitting down with Chris. “Still as bad as earlier?” He asked gruffly. He ran a hand through Chris’s hair as the other leaned into him.
“Mm…”
“Alright, you’re fine. You think it was the coffee?”
“It was the coffee…”
“Shit- I’m sorry man.”
“Mhm, just shut up and lay with me.”