There’s a unique type pressure that comes with headaches and migraines — the one that zeros in at a point between the eyes and radiates to the rest of the skull inch by inch… bit by bit. For him, it’s the type that can’t simply be cured with a medication and isn’t eased by a nap plus some time spent in the dark. The nausea and the light sensitivity that tend to accompany it all don’t seem to fade when he rises from the impromptu rest, either. It’s not enough.
To make matters worse, he could feel something akin to a fever coming on — the tell-tale sign of a small “hiccup” that would make the rest of his evening a miserable experience… and he could do very little to stop its onset.
That “hiccup” is what has him outside on a rather chilly winter evening in nothing but a t-shirt, some sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers. Caio’s arms rest on his knees with his head lazily propped up on an upright hand — brows burrowed and the corners of his lips tugged into a frown as he stares down low-lit steps. He could feel himself getting uncomfortably warm — hot, even — but the outside temperature helped somewhat. It didn’t stop the overheating ( or even the other symptoms mentioned ) but it kept his internal temperature from swinging back and forth between hot and cold as it tried to correct itself.
Unfortunately, though, it meant that he had to stay outside until he no longer felt as though his body wasn’t trying to actively kill him with the drastic deviation from normalcy.
How long that would take, he didn’t know… but, unsurprisingly, not knowing that was the least of his worries.
( starter call - @weptsorrow )
