YESTERDAY'S MIGRAINE

Oh god.

A shadow looms over you.

"Don't." it says, voice full of seriousness.

You look up. It's Basilius.

"You're not well enough yet."

"B-but... There's people that I need to take care of that are far worse off than I am!"

They don't look convinced.

"There are people dying!"

They still don't look convinced.

"You're a doctor, right?"

You nod.

"Wouldn't you think that someone who has just come out of a near death experience should get some time to rest and recover?"

You nod again.

"Then go back and rest."

Damn, they were good at this.