Olivia's daughter (No Noah) gets these really bad migraines and it always kills olivia too see her baby in such pain.
The day started like any other day of the week. Your mother woke you up shortly before she pushed herself out the door and disappeared to the precinct, not without properly saying goodbye to you with a quick kiss on your temple and a big side hug.
Your breakfast and a cup of your favorite tea already waited for you on the kitchen counter, your mother always making sure that you didn't go to school without something in your stomach.
After you've eaten everything and carefully put your plate in the dishwasher, you freshened up and were also out of the house.
But this status didn't last long. Already in the third lesson your head began to pound like crazy and the throbbing in your temples was worse than the math exam you wrote in the seventh grade.
You tried to be at school for at least three more hours and get through it, until the whiteboard with the written tests on it were no longer clearly visible. You blinked - a blind spot had appeared on the left eye and it was persistent. Then gradually a flicker spread over your whole eye - circular, like waves on which sunlight was reflected. Seeing clearly was no longer possible for you and the pain was just too intrusive, you were dizzy with each sudden move.
Without further ado, you asked your teacher, who already knew your situation, whether you could go home and he knew immediately. He had your best friend take you to the hospital wing and called your mother to come and pick you up.
It had happened several times before that headaches did not just remain headaches but turned into somewhat more severe and long-lasting problems. Of course after several times your mother had to come pick you up, she became concerned that it might be more than just simple pain and dragged you to the doctor, but all tests, including and MRI, were without results.
Your neurologist diagnosed you with migraines and administered medication to you, but triptans only helped you for a short time and the effect of this acute therapy was then useless after a few moths. You also tried syringes that helped, but were simply too expensive for the long run and you gave it up.
While you were lying on the stretcher and waited for your mother to come to take you home, you put your arm over your face to block the light. Now the brightness was also a point that turned the stitched on your entire forehead into a thunderstorm.
Not long later, there was a knock on the door and Olivia walked to you.
You noticed that it was her by her gait and by the favorite scent she wore that made you feel pressure in your head. Her hand lay gently on your hand that you placed on your stomach before and showed you that it was her.
"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" she whispered so as not to cause you more pain. She knew that if you were lying down and didn't even hesitate to speak, you had to be pretty bad.
She quickly pulled your bag up from the floor over her shoulder and held out a hand to you. "Take my hand, we are going home."
The whole trip you didn't say a word, even the noise of the car made your life hell. You hated the fact that the music wasn't on, car rides without it were boring and almost unbearable but in that moment you were grateful that your mom thought ahead and turned it off.
When you got home, you slipped off your overcoat and shoes and made your way to the couch while your mother closed all the blinds and only left a few candles lit. She wanted to make it as dark for you as it could only be in broad daylight so that your headache would at least disappear a little.
She paused in the kitchen while making you a tea and looked over at you. The way you lay there, completely exhausted with your nerves and possibly annoyed by the fact, that you had to live like this, made her heart break. So much pain that you had to endure and she couldn't help but watch you suffer. Every time she knew you were bad, she felt bad too and her heart felt like it was a pin cushion being punctured with thousands of tiny needles at once.
With the warm tea, a small bottle of water and some strong pain relievers, she walked over to you and tried to sit in the open space next to you. "Baby, get up and take the pills, please."
You took a deep breath and tossed her an annoyed sigh before slowly sitting up, choking down the pills all at once and clinging to her. Even if it was too dark to see anything, she could tell from your sobs that you were crying.
Even she couldn't keep the quiet tears from running down. She had to find something that would take this disease away from you and let you be the person she had adopted. Happy, who wanted to live. Because lately, you haven't been like that. You were the opposite.
She hugged you tightly and took you on her lap without further ado. She flipped her shoes off her feet and tried slowly and with feeling to lie down with you again.
"Come here my beautiful, sweet soul."
Your head on her chest, the calm and warmth that she radiated, the caressing and the tender kisses that she spread over your hair and the love that she was sharing with you in this moment were stronger than the current pain. You hugged yourself tightly to her before the tiredness surrounded you and brought you to sleep.
