Adam has a headache.
[Visible to all]
I'm not certain how much longer I can stand these headaches. It's relentless, and it's inexorably beating me down, wearing me thin. They're alternatingly pounding and piercing, and sometimes all I can do is sit in the dark and hold my head, until the pain becomes my entire world. This has been going on for only a few days; what happens if, after a week, or a month, it doesn't get any better?
[Private to self]
Apparently I'm a spy. A secret agent. An intelligence operative. I suppose that means I should be able to find my own way out of this mess. But, somehow, I think this is much bigger than one amnesiac spook.
I'm not certain how much longer I can stand these headaches. It's relentless, and it's inexorably beating me down, wearing me thin. They're alternatingly pounding and piercing, and sometimes all I can do is sit in the dark and hold my head, until the pain becomes my entire world. This has been going on for only a few days; what happens if, after a week, or a month, it doesn't get any better?
[Private to self]
Apparently I'm a spy. A secret agent. An intelligence operative. I suppose that means I should be able to find my own way out of this mess. But, somehow, I think this is much bigger than one amnesiac spook.