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Merlin Toke (oh_merling) wrote in wished,

Merlin was suffering with a migraine so bad that once he'd thrown up (thankfully in the loo) he'd only managed to crawl onto the sofa before drawing a cushion over his head, curling up a little and falling into a sleep so deep it was almost a coma. He was exhausted by the constant pain and even asleep he looked paler than normal.

Whatever the twelve days of Christmas gifts were, he'd been having splitting headaches and debilitating vision problems since they'd started arriving. He'd tried to wrap the latest one up and throw it out but the migraine had crippled him as soon as he'd touched it and it currently lay on it's side in the kitchen, surrounded by a screwed up Daily Prophet that he'd tried to move it with.

His migraine had dulled to an excruciating headache by the time Eddie came home but it was still sharp enough that the noise of the man coming in woke him up whimpering. He bit his lip not to snap though, because it was neither his place nor his house, but when he tried to get up to retreat to his room he found that his legs were too heavy to lift and had to sit back down before he fell. "Hi." he said softly, his voice hoarse.