Adora faces her first exhaustion-related migraine. An unlikely source provides help.
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Lonnie whistled lowly as Adora stumbled into the mess hall an hour after she did. "Rough night?" She asked, smirking. Adora huffed as she poured herself a cup of something hot. Probably water... or maybe Shadow Weaver snuck her something nice. "Something like that," She replied. Lonnie snorted. "Wasn't it Catra's birthday yesterday?" She asked, frowning. Adora took a seat, sighing heavily. "Yup. Why'd you think she's not here yet?" Lonnie took a sip of her hot water chuckling. "Idiot. Did she know we're doing strike tactics today?" She asked over the steaming cup. Adora gave a one-shouldered shrug. "She's a grown woman, if she wants to be rough for tactics, let her,"

Lonnie frowned slightly. Adora wasn't usually that dismissive of her best friend, but upon further inspection of the warrior's unfocused eyes and tired expression, she concluded that Adora was hungover as well. She continued to nurse her hot water, smirking at the varying states of hungover-ness the others turned up in. Others being Rogelio and Kyle.

Shadow Weaver would skin them all alive if she saw they were hungover. Catra, on the last mission, had stolen some "fruit juice" from the village. When she interrogated the shop owner, she was told it would make them feel "light and funny"

Lonnie tried one sip before spitting it back out, hating it immediately. She left with a flippant "have fun dealing with Shadow Weaver tomorrow!"

"You lot don't look as bad as I thought," Came a voice from the doorway. Lonnie tucked her shirt into her trousers, flashing a smile. "I'm not, but they're struggling," Octavia nodded. Lonnie chuckled. "I resent that. I've been much worse... do you remember the concussion a few months ago?" Rogelio grumbled. Adora stayed quiet, surprising for the talkative fighter. She usually had a lot to say.

"Yeah, well, take some pills. Shadow Weaver's changed the plan today," Octavia leaned against the door. Lonnie frowned. "Why? What's happened?" She asked, placing the cup on the table. "You're doing tactics next week instead, it fits in better with Hordak's plans." Octavia shrugged. "You're doing strike training today instead. So, grab your gear and get ready,"

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"Force Captain Octavia... I don't think I can do the lesson today," Adora said. Octavia continued using the tab. "And why might that be, prey tell?" Adora swallowed back the rise of bile in her throat. "I do not feel well enough to use the simulations today," She rubbed her hand across her sweaty forehead, exhaling shakily as her vision wavered. "Oh?" Octavia stopped writing. Adora breathed deeply to combat rising nausea as she stared over the Force Captain's shoulder. "It has nothing to do with Catra's birthday?" Octavia quizzed. Adora shook her head slightly, blinking at the sudden wave of dizziness. Octavia hummed. "You'll have to get it sorted by medical, Adora. You know the rules,"

Adora hummed lowly, desperately praying for the sick feeling to go away.
Puking on the floor wouldn't look good.

~

Adora nearly didn't make it out of the room.

She barely made it to the communal sink before her minute breakfast decided to make a reappearance. She knew it was gross to use the sink, but it was either that or the ground. Her vision wavered dangerously as she heaved pointlessly. At that point, death would be a sweet release. Adora was almost praying that Hordak would appear from behind and laser her dead.

She didn't even know what'd caused it! She hadn't drank more than one cup yesterday, or been particularly stressed out.

Adora's right hand grabbed the counter tightly, keeping her upright as she continued leaning over. Her left hand rubbed circles into her temple, desperately trying to fight off some of the pain long enough to get to her bunk.

She gagged over the sink again, rubbing away the tears that leaked from her eyes. "Adora? What the hell?" She shut her eyes tightly. "Go away, Lonnie," She spat. The tough fighter ignored her. "What the hell is wrong with you? I didn't think you were hungover?" She asked. Adora knuckled her temple again. "S'a headache. Now leave me alone,"

She vomited in the sink again, stars flashing in her eyes. She felt a hand land on her shoulder, followed by her skin prickling painfully. She shrugged it off. "Don't touch me," She hissed. Adora sighed heavily. "Sorry... it's just that everything hurts," She said, feeling guilty. She opened her eyes to the sound of something clicking. The room was significantly darker than when she first stumbled in. "Girl, this ain't a headache. It looks like a migraine. Have you been to medical?" Lonnie asked. Adora hummed, clenching the side tighter as her vision blurred and her stomach churned. "No... you know what they'd do... it's better if I just die on my own,"

Lonnie hummed but said nothing further.

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Lonnie hid away from the training for the rest of the day to make sure Adora didn't die or something stupid. She took Adora to her bunk and camped on Catra's for the night. Getting her into her bed had been an... ordeal. Adora wanted to be in comfy clothes but didn't have enough anything in her body to remove and replace the shirt and jacket she'd put on, leaving Lonnie to.

She didn't remove her bra or undergarments, that was something the sixteen-year-old fighter would have to do herself.
They weren't that close.

Thankfully, Adora hadn't thrown up (at least not to Lonnie's knowledge) for the rest of the evening, just sleeping, blindfolded with an old shirt.

It helped.

When Lonnie woke up the next morning, it was to somebody being sick. She groaned as she opened her eyes, squinting at the time. 04:38. She shoved her socks on and shuffled to the bathroom, sighing softly at the sight.

"Lonnie... I'm... I'm sorry, it's fine..." Adora mumbled from the floor. "Go to bed. I'm fine," Lonnie rolled her eyes as the fighter leaned over to vomit into the toilet. "Yeah, that says otherwise," She gestured to the sight. "Let me grab you some ration bars at least. You've gotta eat something," She frowned. "Ugh, food is the last thing I wanna think about..."

Lonnie made her way out, shaking her head, trying to clear some of the exhaustion.

If Adora kept being sick and unable to keep anything down, Lonnie would have to call medical or... someone. Her thoughts ran away as she stole some of Kyle's rations and made her way back to the bathroom. The door was shut, so Lonnie knocked on it. "Adora? You ok?" She called.

A painful retch answered her question. She opened the door slowly, wincing. Adora sat with her back against the wall holding her head in her hands, groaning softly. Lonnie placed the bars on the floor and wet some paper. "Here, put this on your head. It'll stop it hurting so much,"

Lonnie had experienced the fun-grains one too many times and knew how to at least relieve some of the pain. Adora glanced up through red-rimmed eyes as she took the towel. "Thanks," She mumbled. Lonnie hesitated in the doorway. "Well... um... I'll be by the bunks," She said.

"Wait. Please don't go," Lonnie paused. "Can you stay? I just... I don't wanna be alone right now," The usually cocky fighter whispered. Lonnie nodded. "Sure," She said, taking a seat on the cold floor. Adora eventually fell asleep against the wall, prompting Lonnie to grab her pillow and blanket. She may be a fighter for the Horde, but there was no way she'd be able to drag the nine-stone girl to her bed.

The day passed with Lonnie keeping her frenemy hydrated and fed enough to not drop dead, despite Adora's best efforts to expel the clearly harmful substances from his body. Adora's migraine cleared up the following day, taking the slight fever with it. Lonnie cat-napped on Catra's bed again on the third night, despite training all day.... maybe Catra had finally died somewhere?

Lonnie shrugged and pulled her jacket on for a new day. Nobody was around for her when she had her migraines, so... for some extra-terrestrial reason, she didn't want Adora going through it alone either.

But that night, she was exhausted yet couldn't sleep deeply enough to be worth anything. As such, she didn't notice when a blanket was dropped on her semi-conscious form unceremoniously, with remainder of the lights being turned off.

Or if she did, she didn't want to say anything.

"Thanks, Lonster..." Adora mumbled softly as she shuffled back to her bed.