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Zoey randomly awoke in the middle of the night, as she often did due to her ADHD, but this time was different.
This time, when she looked beside her, she could see that Mira was also awake, and clutching her forehead.
"Hey, jagiya, what's going on?" she asked gently. "It's the middle of the night. Why are you up?"
"Migraine" Mira replied miserably. She had chronic migraines, but the fact that she had experience with them didn't actually make them easier to bear.
"Oh, shit" Zoey cursed, gently petting the other girl's head. "What do you need right now, babe?"
"Wet rags" Mira replied, in too much pain to brush it off like she was fine. She then gagged slightly. "And a bucket"
Almost immediately, she had damp compresses and a bucket in her lap. Zoey went behind her to cuddle her and hold her as she puked.
Being chronically ill with something as debilitating as migraines was a (literal) headache and (figurative) pain in the ass, but Zoey somehow always made them less miserable.
I guess music isn't the only magic she has.