#lowk just described the situation i was in 2 weeks ago

[hugshughes]

reader has a migraine in class so bad she can’t take notes and quinn!bf pulls up into her class with all her favorite foods and medicine. He also sits and takes her notes for her :p

an - Loved this request! I changed it a little bit cause it just made kinda more sense to me to make it like an online class so I hope that’s okay. I also gave reader abdominal migraines as well because that’s what I have so it was easier to explain! I had a migraine + abdominal migraine about two weeks ago and literally could not move, it was actual hell.

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Your head was absolutely pounding, and your stomach felt like someone took a sledgehammer to it while nausea also was coursing through you. You were experiencing a migraine and an abdominal migraine at the same time, of course this started the morning you had an important class you couldn’t miss, critical information being taught today.

It was honestly even worse that the class would be on a zoom call because you’d have to stare at the screen to take the intensive and very important notes you needed for the next unit.

Quinn was worried, he’d texted you three times, being left on read immediately but getting nothing in return, not because you were ignoring him. It was just that you had been preparing a text to send him when you had to put your phone down because of a wave of nausea and your phone was just still open to your texts with him. Quinn called you, concerned with your strange behavior.

You flinched are the sound of your ringtone, your head aching. You were about to decline the call until you saw “Quinner💘” at the top of your screen. You accepted the call, putting it on speakerphone then setting in on your bedside table.

“Hey baby, are you alright?”

You heart warmed at his concern, but your head aches at the sound of his voice.

“Not really, um, I’m having an abdominal and normal migraine right now, I feel so shit.”

Quinn let out a gasp when you said this, immediately standing up from his seat on the couch in his living room and going to grab his car keys.

“Oh shit baby, m’so sorry. I’m comin’ over, okay? I’ll be there quick, with anything you might need.”

He told you this in a much quieter voice then before, which brought the smallest of smiles to your face. Somehow your boy could make you smile when you were in some of the worst pain you’d ever felt.

He stayed true to his word, showing up only 20 minutes later, with a bag of the food you could eat during abdominal migraines, ibuprofen, advil, and a stuffed canucks bear he saw in the store he thought you would like.

He let himself into your apartment, taking his shoes off and quietly entering your room, seeing you laying in the middle of your queen sized bed, curled into yourself with an arm resting on your stomach, blackout curtains drawn and your eyes screwed shut.

He didn’t say anything to you, he just put the bag down next to your bed and sat down next to you, hand rubbing over your back, up and down. You turned and slowly crawled into his arms, tucking your head into his neck and inhaling his scent, comforting you further.

“Thank you for coming baby, I love you.”

You whispered to him, clinging to him. He laid down fully on your bed so you could be more comfortable.

“‘Course sweet girl, can’t let you suffer, let alone suffer by yourself.”

You just held onto him tighter, he felt it, he felt your gratitude, your love, he knew.

“I jus’ have to take some ibuprofen real quick ‘cause I gotta class in like 15 that I can’t miss, gotta take super long notes today.”

Quinn was already denying you the second the words came out of your mouth, he knew looking at a screen, listening to your professor for almost two hours would only worsen your migraines.

“No. Baby, there’s no way I’m lettin’ you do that. I’ll take the notes, you need to just take some meds, eat something if you can, and then go to sleep baby, alright?”

There was a certain tone in his voice that you couldn’t try to argue with, a tone that at any other point would probably have you blushing and flustered, but right now, you just felt like hot garbage.

“Uh, fine, you really don’t have to Q, I really can-”

“Fuck no, baby. M’not letting you worsen your situation with a lecture, alright?”

You just nodded into his shoulder mumbling three little words that he whispered right back to you, warmth replacing your nausea for just a few seconds before it was back.

You snuggled for a few more minutes before Quinn was getting you medicine, water, and food. He asks you to tell him how to get your class pulled up and after you show him, he leaves you and goes to your living room, so that he can listen to the lecture without you hearing.

You take your meds, drink some water, and then close your eyes. You know sleeping this all off is your best bet. An hour and a half later, Quinn finished your notes and came back to bed with you, holding you. His presence definitely helped you get more comfortable, as you both sleep off your migraine.