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MORRI MY BELOVED

Whumperless Whump Event day 8

Migraine - whumpee Morrigan - 495 words

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There is a bruise at the base of Morrigan's neck.

It throbs up into the base of their skull and echoes in their head like an empty auditorium stage. Pounding, bouncing back and forth, amplifying the pain from the simple butt-end of a gun the day before.

It makes their lack of humanity all the worse. Not because they can't get headaches without physical damage–but because they can't take pills for it.

“You look miserable.”

Morrigan doesn't look up. Their head is too nicely cradled in the palms of their hands to bother moving. “What do you say, usually, to the obvious? ‘No shit, Sherlock’?”

“Sassy,” JJ says, closing the door behind him. It echoes, sending an uncomfortable jolt up their spine. “Want me to do something about it, or leave you alone?”

“Nothing you can do,” they say, as calm as they can.

It throbs again. Talking. Their voice resonates through the metal plating, making an unfamiliar vibration through their skull. It hurts.

They take a breath.

“...I can close the curtains?” JJ says, his voice now much quieter. It's laced with sympathy.

“Not gonna do much.” The strange buzzing gets worse, and they bite their tongue. It's awful, it really is. “But thanks for the offer.”

“Okay,” he says, in an if-you-say-so kind of tone.

The silence is barely a respite for the aching. It threads its way through their jaw, twinging against their temple, pushing up against their eyes and reverberating through their head like a symphony of pure, unfiltered agony.

Each passing second makes the clock tick.

Each tick is like fire through their brain.

It… hurts. It really, really fucking hurts.

They press the palm of their hand deeper into their cheekbone, biting back a hiss of pain. It's just a bruise. There's no fracture, they checked. It's just a–

It pulses, horribly, and their breath hitches, and they can't do this anymore.

“Jace?” They whisper, shakily.

The couch dips. JJ's hand rests on their shoulder. “Hey. I'm here. What do you need?”

“Hurts. Hurts."

“Oh, Morri.”

He's rubbing their back. The pain doesn't stop. They want to cry.

“Sound or light?”

“JJ–” they reach out, unconsciously.

He grabs their hand, and tightens his grip. “Right here. I'm right here. Breathe. It's okay. It'll pass.”

“It hurts, it–”

“I know, Morrigan, but you're strong enough to stop me in my tracks in a fight. You can do this. You just need to breathe.”

Breathe. In. Out. They force it, through the riot, the cacophony inside of their skull, and squeezes JJ's hand hard enough to leave a mark.

JJ never lets go. Not until Morrigan is relaxing, until the breaths have gone from tense and forced to shaky and quick. Not until their eyes are closing, systems begging for shutdown, for sleep.

“I'll be here when you come back,” JJ says softly.

Morrigan lays their head on his shoulder, the dull ache quieting as they fall into stasis.

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this is the first one I wrote for them. i regret nothing. enjoy!!