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...With Sexy Results
Kristin thought her head was going to explode. Her migraines were getting worse and she was going to have to see a doctor soon. She just didn't have time.
With the shooting schedule, she barely had time to think, let alone schedule and go to a doctor's appointment.
But that didn't really matter at this second. What mattered was dulling the pain a little bit so she could try to get some scenes done. Or else she was going to be yelled at again, and that didn't help with the migraine either.
Her dressing room was dark. All the lamps were off, and the only light coming in was the slivers from the windows. There was a knock at the door and then Allison came in without waiting for a response.
"Kristin?"
"I'm here," she whispered. She was lying on the couch, her arm slung over her eyes, even though that didn't really help.
"Are you sick again? Do you have anything you can take?"
"There's Excedrin and um… Tylenol, I think, in my bag."
Kristin heard the faint noise of Allison crossing the floor and rummaging through her purse. She could barely think, and she just wanted to go to sleep. Maybe the pain would go away.
Allison took her hand and pushed pills into it and helped her sit up. "Here, you need to drink this water with them." She put a plastic bottle into her other hand.
"Thanks," Kristin said, with her most grateful look on her face. She tipped her head back, dropped the pills into her mouth and took a long drink of water. Dropping back on the bed, she closed her eyes and put her arm back over her face.
'Please work, please work, please work,' she thought.
Kristin felt a quick kiss on her cheek and then a few seconds later, heard the door close as Allison left. She tried to make her breaths even so she might drift off. She knew Allison would wake her up when she had to be on set again.
~*~
She woke up and everything was better. The light didn't really hurt her eyes anymore, and the little pain that was left was small enough that she didn't have to think about it.
Kristin felt really good. Really, *really* good.
Smiling, she climbed off her couch and stumbled a little, but giggled to herself. She almost felt high. Those were some good Tylenol. Thank god for Canadian drug policies. Her friend Sammy had given her a bunch of Tylenol 3 pills the last time she was over, since she was the one with all the connections.
Kristin giggled and turned on the light. She looked at herself in the mirror and frowned for a second before digging through her purse to find a compact. She was just finishing a few touch-ups when there was another soft knock at her door.
This time, it was Annette. Kristin was half in love with her, and really, who wasn't? She was so talented and wonderful and Kristin had learned a lot from her. She stuck her head in and when she saw that the light was on and Kristin was up, she came in and smiled.
"Feeling better?"
Kristin nodded and dropped everything in her hands onto the table. It made a wonderful noise as she did, but she didn't want to bother with it. She wrapped her arms around Annette and smiled up at her. "Much better." She ran her hands down Annette's back. Her shirt was soft. And so were her arms. "Mmm…" Kristin burrowed closer and grinned when Annette's returned the embrace.
Her headache didn't seem to matter much anymore. Not a whole lot did.
"Kristin. They wanted you in make-up so you could be back on the set in a little while."
She didn't care. It didn't matter. Annette felt amazing in her arms. Whatever she'd taken was amazing. She was going to have to get more pills from Sammy.
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