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Gwen's brain felt like it was trying to push itself out of her skull.
She wasn't sure what had spurred it on specifically- Perhaps the stress of everything that had happened recently, or maybe it was just hormones- But she found herself dealing with a rather nasty headache.
She'd thrown up randomly moments before it spurred on and subsequently found herself nauseous and sensitive to light (even beyond her regular sensory issues), leading her to think that she was perhaps struggling with a migraine.
She lied down on one of the couches in HQ, unable to function properly. If Miguel needed her, he'd just have to deal with it, because she really was in no state to be in the heat of battle.
She wasn't sure how to make it leave, if she even could, so she just tugged on her hair slightly (she'd learned before that it helped the pain, and it did) and prayed that it would be over quickly.