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Waking up in the morning with a pounding headache, something Fathia hasn't felt in a while except a few days ago. When the darkness greets her and she opens her eyes, the pain she feels is just as intense. Fathia sighs softly, massaging the side of her head trying to alleviate it a bit, but it's still the same.

If she takes another painkiller for her headache, she might become even more dependent. Fathia walks a little unsteadily, occasionally squinting, heading to the kitchen to make some warm tea. Fortunately, she doesn't need to turn on the stove. There's a hot water dispenser that's enough to make a cup of tea. Opening the food storage drawer, she hopes there's still a chocolate sandwich there.

A cup of tea, two packs of sandwich, becomes Fathia's breakfast that she thinks should be enough to alleviate the headache. Hopefully. She sits half-leaning on a large pillow, trying to enjoy her breakfast. Slowly, not because she's savoring it, but because the headache does