The Stubborn Patient

KELLAN’S POV

My head felt like it was being split open from the inside. Not a normal headache. Not the kind you shake off with water and a protein bar. A migraine.

The brutal, vision-blurring kind.

I was seated at the kitchen island, elbows on the counter, fingers pressed hard into my temples like I could physically squeeze the pain out. The lights were off. Curtains half drawn.

Still too bright.