31 August 2013

fractured_agent: (Wristcomp)
It's been several months now since Jack volunteered to carry Victor and Cole's baby. So far so good, and he's even getting used to those weird fluttery feelings that often coincide with kicks.

What he didn't expect were the headaches.

It starts as a dull throb behind his eyes, something he figures will go away on its own before too long. He doesn't say anything, not wanting to worry Victor especially, but after a few days he realizes that the headaches aren't going away.

And they've gotten stronger, moving to the inside of his ears, like he's been standing in front of a speaker at a rock concert, sending a feeling of spikes into his brain.

There's only one person he can think to call, who might be able to help without alarming the baby's parents. He flips open his wristcomp and sends a message to April.

Can we meet up in private? -Jack

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