“Do you have any drugs?” I hear someone ask.
“No, but Emily does,” I hear my friend reply.
I am all ready digging in my bag for my medicine.
“I have a migraine,” she says.
No you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t be here.
I don’t say it out loud but I think it loudly.
“It is from your period?” I reply, “I have midol and Excedrin,” I reply.
“Excedrin,” she replies. I pluck two Excedrin from the case and hand them to her. “Thank you.”
“No, problem. I get headaches all the time,” I tell her.
“I’ve been getting them more and more lately,” she replies.
I frown at her, feeling sorry for her.
“Talk to me after class,” I tell her.
After class ends, I walk up to her desk.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her. She looks a lot better.
“I feel a lot better,” she replies.
“Good. Don’t take any more Excedrin today, okay?” I tell her, “you’ll get a rebound headache.”
She nods. She stands up and pulls her bag over her shoulder.
“Here, this always makes me feel better too,” and I open my arms for a hug. She laughs and gives me a hug. I give her a squeeze and hope it’s just temporary, that she does not end up like me.