Kaidan's Room, 33 Apocalypse Ave, Wednesday Morning

Kaidan had been on a good streak here. Not using his biotics and sticking to a calm little island had helped keep his brain relatively stable. He'd been doing good-- which was a good thing because he had a lot else on his mind.

But...

It could've been the strain of the week. Maybe using his biotics, or that crash with his head against the wall, even if he'd woken up without a concussion. Maybe Emma's exercise yesterday had been the last straw on his already strained-mind.

Maybe it had been the drinks.

Whatever it was, it was bad. His head ached furiously, like jackhammers smashing into the lobes right behind his eyes. It took him several tries to get his fingers to cooperate for long enough to turn off the lights and shut the door-- putting the lock on just wasn't going to happen.

He fumbled for his meds, knowing they wouldn't do much more than take the edge off; once that was (excruciatingly) taken care of, he slipped under the blankets and pulled the pillow over his head.

Nothing to do now but ride it out.

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