He lay foetal
On the couch
Looking out
At the clear blue sky.

Throb. Throb. Throb.
It wouldn’t go away.
Every painkiller he had tried
They all failed him.

He was almost in tears.
He tried to lay down
In the spare room.
As if that would help.

The headache began to lift.
He was too scared to move
For fear
Of upsetting it.

When it finally left
He literally jumped for joy.
Tears ran down his face.
The worst five hours of his life.