Page 83 of One Cornish Summer With You
‘Oh no. Have you fallen and hit your head?’ Lola asked.
‘No. It just came on a couple of minutes ago. It s-struck out of the blue. I might throw up and I keep seeing these weird coloured lights.’
‘And nothing brought it on? No bump on the head? You didn’t take anything?’
‘No!’ She rubbed her forehead. ‘Ow. It just … happened.’ There was no way Tammy was in a fit state to tell her friend about the news she’d just heard. ‘I think you better move. I might throw up.’
‘I’ll find a bucket,’ Lola said. ‘And it sounds exactly like a migraine. They’re an absolute bitch. Wait there. I have some tablets in my bag and I’ll get you a glass of water.’
Tammy rested her head against the back of the sofa until the wave of nausea eased, though the pain was still horrible and if she opened her eyes, the aura still affected her vision.
Lola was back with a large glass and a packet of pills.
‘I don’t often get migraines this bad …’ Tammy said.
‘You’ve been under a lot of stress and that doesn’t help. Here, take these. They’re specially for migraine.’
Tammy eased open her eyes just enough to see the pill and glass. It hurt to swallow but she’d also have done anything to feel better.
‘Good,’ Lola murmured. ‘And now, you need to go straight to bed to sleep it off.’
‘I can’t. I have an installation to sketch out and I was supposed to work in the gallery this afternoon …’ Even as she said the words, Tammy felt a stab of anger at her father’s note to walter, which made her temples throb even harder.
‘I’ll tell Davey you can’t. You’re not well. You need rest.’
‘No, please don’t tell him I’m ill. He’ll make a drama out of it.’
‘You’re in no fit state to work,’ Lola said, hands on hips.
‘I’ll send him a message. I don’t want him coming up here and making a fuss.’Or coming upstairs and making things worse,Tammy thought in horror. That was the last thing she needed right now.
Lola frowned. ‘If you’re sure?’
‘I am,’ Tammy murmured weakly.
‘OK. Shall we get you to bed?’
Tammy felt like a toddler with a nanny, but she felt so weak and grotty, she didn’t care. She rose gingerly to her feet with Lola fussing at her elbow like a mother hen. ‘Yeah. I’d better do. Thanks for the pills.’
‘They’re not a magic potion but they should relieve the pain and sicky feeling enough for you to get some sleep.’
‘Thanks.’
She was never more grateful that her flat was so tiny.
‘What about Ruan?’ Lola asked when they reached her bedroom. ‘Shall I tell him you’re not feeling well?’
‘No. Ow,’ Tammy said as she slid on to the bed.
‘Slowly. Carefully.’ Lola stood over her with a stern expression on her face and pulled the throw over Tammy.
‘Thanks, Lola.’
‘No problem. I’ve come into town to see my nan for her birthday, but popped round to ask if you wanted to go to the Christmas festival at the Eden Project. I’m guessing a gig is the last thing you want to think about now, so we’ll talk about it another time.’
‘Urghh. Thanks, but …’ Tammy muttered from the bed. ‘You’ve been amazing.’ She tried to smile but gave it up after a mere twitch of the lips.
‘OK, but I will call back after I’ve seen my nan,’ Lola said sternly. ‘In the meantime, if you feel any worse or you’re worried, call me straight away – or Davey. I’ll get your phone.’
