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Kris wakes up with a splitting headache. It’s not necessarily unusual for him, he’s dealt with this ever since he was a kid, but it hasn’t gotten any easier.
Normally, he’d take some medicine and get to work on whatever he’s been working on anyways, but when he moves his head, a jolt of pain goes through him. A groan escapes him, which only serves to make the pain worse.
The shifter throws the comforter over his head, shutting his eyes in an attempt to ease the headache- no, definitely a migraine. Fuck.
He lays there for a while, trying to ease his migraine, to little success. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when the door to the bedroom opens, and there’s a soft voice. “Kris? Are you awake, honey?”
He reaches a hand out from under the covers to give a thumbs up, and Palette sits down on his own side of the bed. “Are you okay?”
“Migraine,” Kris mumbles, barely audible.
Palette hears him, though, lowering his own voice to barely above a whisper. “Do you need medicine for it?”
“Please.”
Palette leaves for maybe five minutes at most, coming back with a cup of water and two pills. He sets them down, and Kris can hear him closing the curtains. “There we go,” He says, returning to his boyfriend’s side. “Can I sit you up?”
“...Mhm.”
Palette gently moves him to a sitting position, frowning slightly when Kris winces. He hands the water and medicine to him, which the shifter gratefully accepts. He sighs softly, the water definitely helping his head, at least a little bit. He finishes the water, after taking the pills, of course, and hands the empty cup back to the squirrel. “Thanks,” He murmurs, leaning close.
Palette kisses him gently, brushing hair out of his face. “Of course. Take as much time as you need before getting up, I’ll handle the kids today.”
“Mm, alright,” Kris hums, laying back down and closing his eyes.
He can rest, knowing his boyfriend has it covered.