If it's too late for this, lemme know and I'll delete it!
The night nurse took especially long with Jessica this time; it wasn't as easy to convince her that her concussion was no different than the past ones when she could barely remember the words that very claim was made of. What could she say, really, last night was tougher than usual, and what she liked about this nurse in particular was that she didn't ask questions about it. And after another row of the Do you believe now? game, Jessica was released and free to come back and clean herself up.
Fresh out of the shower, Jessica was now in the kitchen with just the dim oven light on. Taking the tea kettle with her, she sat down at the table and poured herself a cup, bringing the mug up to her lips as soon as she could in hopes that the scorching liquid would work its therapeutic magic starting inside her skull. "Oh my god," she moaned, pushing herself up about five minutes later to make way to her room and take better care of herself with sleep or a bath in the dark, maybe. Migraines; she'd take a broken fucking rib cage over this shit.