i'm sinking, our fingers entwined

When Ethan wakes up, it’s to the sharp piercing sensation of a migraine attack. He immediately closes his eyes, groaning. His senses are heightened miserably.Soft bird song is like screeching. The gentle rustle of tree leaves is like the scrapes of fingernails on a chalkboard. Any sunlight is like a laser aiming to obliterate him on sight. He’s warm and boiling, and the blanket sears where it touches. But when he removes it, he’s frozen to his core and shivering. The dull sounds of Benji’s snores - Ethan almost wants to suffocate him; he may not usually be a motorboat, but wow, does he mimic one amazingly right now. Or: Ethan has a migraine attack, but Benji is there to soothe.