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Lee was stressed out of his mind, and it was starting to take hold in the form of a migraine.
Still, he didn't want to bother Maren with his problems, so he didn't say anything on the matter.
It wasn't until she found him hunched over the toilet that she knew something was wrong.
"Did you eat something bad?" she asked softly, holding back his hair to make certain he didn't get puke in it. He whimpered and shook his head.
"My head hurts" he whined, hating how pathetic he sounded but in too much pain to care. Maren nodded. She knew he dealt with migraines. Still, this seemed particularly rough.
Once he was done puking, she helped him move to the bed, drawing the blinds to darken the room and making sure he was comfortable.
Damp rags to his neck and forehead helped soothe the pain a bit, and she played with his hair, gently tugging at the roots to help offset the agony.
He wasn't sure what he'd done to be deserving of such affection, but he was very grateful.
And, sure enough, his migraine was gone by the end of the day.