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Omarion opened his eyes after a long sleep. A sharp pain cut through his forehead and he held it. “Ouch! My head hurts”, he moaned. As his eyes travelled round the room, it fell on the stool beside the bed. There were some tablets and a glass of water. Omarion rolled his eyes still holding his head. “Madam Louisiana and her self-medications…aargh!” he sighed. Omarion pulled himself to the edge of the bed just near the stool and took the tablets. He uncoated it and threw in his mouth pushing it down with the glass of water. Omarion sighed after taking them and dropped the glass of water back on the stool. Then, he pushed himself into the bed again and lay down gently. His head hurt badly and he held onto the pillow tight.

As Omarion complained of his head, Madam Louisiana walked in. “Oh! You’re awake!”, she exclaimed as her lips curved into a beautiful smile. She rushed over to the bed. “How do you feel? Are you okay? Do you still need some rest?” she asked in one breath. Omarion heave