Harris Stories

Migraines

Her head felt like it was on fire. Literally burning. The pain becoming more and more unbearable as the day went on.

As her assistant stood in front of her, Kamala tried to keep the shakiness out of her voice at the request for the lights to be dimmed as low as possible and the curtains to be drawn. "Madame President are you alright?" her assistant asked, wondering why she would ever need it to be this dark in the office. A slight nod being the only response she got in return.

Every sound was making the pain worse, making her feel more and more nauseous. She needed medicine, but even the thought of moving from her seat behind the desk was painful.

So when Bailey entered the office with a cheerful, and quite loud, voice, Kamala couldn't even help the loud whimper that escaped her mouth. "Babe?" the brown woman circled the desk, finding her girlfriend clutching a trashcan and shaking harder than she'd ever seen.

"Kam?"

"T-too loud" the older woman barely whispered, her fingers trembling as she gripped the desk with one hand, and the trashcan with the other.

"What-do you have a migraine?"

Receiving a thumbs up, Bailey knew she needed to act fast. "Okay...I'll be right back"

As she stepped outside the Oval Office she immediately started throwing commands around. "The president is sick, so I need all of the help possible. I need the entire presidential suite to have dimmed lighting. Tell housekeeping to draw the curtains closed and to have trashcan next to the bed. When the President and I leave this office, it must be absolutely silent. Not a peep from anyone. Have a wheelchair ready in case she can't make it upstairs" and as she moved to step back into the Oval Office while things are being prepared, someone called out, "what's wrong with the president?".

"A migraine...her worst one yet"

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Stepping back into the office, Bailey was met with the sight of Kamala in the same position she left her. "It's just me baby" she whispered, hoping to not startle the older woman.

"What do you need me to do?"

"H-hair" was the only response she received.

"Want me to pull your hair back?"

"Mhmmm"

So that's what she did, using the hair tie around her wrist, Bailey pulled Kamala's up and out of her face into a messy bun. Just as she had done so, her watch vibrated, alerting her that the room was ready for Kamala, as dark as she requested, with things to help power through her migraine present.

"Do you think you can move? I want to take you upstairs so you can rest"

When she received nothing in response, Bailey crouched down to be at the same level as Kamala. Brown eyes snapped to her own, unshed tears and obvious pain within them. "Let's take it one step at a time yeah? Lean back for me, slowly"

"Can't"

"You can...here hold my hand, I'll help you"

Bailey slowly but carefully pulled Kamala into a seated position, holding the trashcan, wincing from the grip the woman had on her hand.

"I'm ready to move when you are" Bailey whispered

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It took the women some time to make it up to the Presidential suite, Kamala getting sick twice in the process.

By the time they did make it to the floor, tears were actively streaming down Kamala's face. "Talk to me love"

"I-fuck...Bailey" she whimpered, her frustration evident.

"I know...let's get you in bed and then you can take some meds. Hopefully they'll work pretty fast"

Instead of letting Kamala walk, Bailey swooped her up, walking her towards the bed and slowly getting her changed into comfortable clothing. She moved quickly to get the migraine medicine.

"Drink the water slowly, I don't want that pill coming right back up. Small sips"

Once settled in bed, Bailey slipped in behind the woman hoping to calm her body enough to fall asleep.

"The more tense you are the less things will start working. You gotta relax baby"

"I'm hurting" tears welling in her eyes

"I know. What can I do other than holding you?"

"Talk to me please"

"About what love?"

"Anything...please. Just wanna go to sleep"

Bailey talked about whatever came to her mind. Work she had to catch up on, holiday plans, her new favorite tv show. And eventually, Kamala's breathing evened out, her full body weight now lying on the woman under her.

Finally, she could rest.

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i wrote this in class lol. as always, leave any recs or suggestions :)