Who: Aiden Shepard / Nadir Khan What: Memories Plot Where: Aiden's apartment above the store. Things to avoid: Nothing.
Headaches, nausea, and the like were hardly unfamiliar sensations for Aiden, a man plagued by stress and insomnia on a constant basis. He took a few painkillers and didn't bother going upstairs until things started to swim, at which point he realized the lack of pain wasn't helping things any. He shuddered when he stood up and almost collapsed again; a quick flip of the sign on the door against the hours and a snap of the lock later, and he was staggering up the stairs, hoping he wouldn't slip and bash his skull open on the damn things.
Once upstairs, he collapsed on his bed and pulled the pillow over his head. This wasn't pleasant. It was so far from pleasant it could see the curvature of the universe and was calculating the speed at which it could launch itself into a parallel dimension. And for once, Nadir said nothing, apparently equally blindsided by the sensations. Usually there was some commentary about hangovers and stress limits. Now, nothing. Nothing except the question of whether or not he was going to throw up in the next few minutes or so.