It ended in a flash of searing pain that permeated the front of my head. One moment I saw, felt, heard everything—everything in a very straight line—and the next there was nothing but darkness and that sharp ache between my eyes. Darkness and nothingness.
I woke up to the soothing feeling of cold on my forehead. My head pulsed with the migraine to end all migraines, and the cold was like a gift from heavens. For a while, I just let myself enjoy it and bore the pain without thinking anything at all.
Then, as the cold slowly dissipated, I began to remember things. Like where I was and what I was doing before I fainted. The touch on my forehead, I realised, belonged to JJ's hand, and it warmed up from the heat of my body. And, I realised, his other hand was keeping me upright.
