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Rumi's head pounded from the moment she woke up, but she did her best to ignore it.
The lights made her head hurt worse and every sound made her nearly throw up, but... Well, her faults and fears must never be seen, right?
Rehearsal that day was especially rough. The vibrations on the stage from the speakers made her nauseous, and every little thing made her head pound, as if someone were going at her head with an ice pick.
The tipping point was when the stage lights went on. It was too much, and she fell to her knees, pressing her hands to the side of her head and whining in distress.
It hurt so bad and, before she could process it, she was vomiting onto the stage floor.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she began to cry, partially out of pain and partially out of embarrassment.
Everything after that was a blur. The next thing she knew, she was propped up in bed with damp rags on her forehead and the back of her neck.
"You should've told us you had a migraine" Mira gently scolded as Zoey coaxed her to take a dose of Excedrin. "We would've got you meds or called off rehearsal"
"I didn't want to be a burden..."
"You're not a burden, Rumi" Zoey said softly. "We love you, and we want to help you if something's wrong"
"Yeah" Mira nodded in agreement. She reached forward and gently moved Rumi's head up to begin undoing the thick braid. With each loosened knot, Rumi felt her headache fade away slightly more. "Please tell us next time something's up, okay? We're here for you"
"Okay..." Rumi breathed. Even after everything, she still struggled to be honest with them when something was wrong. "I'll try"