Get the lady a shirt and then book it.

Unfortunately, the constant throbbing in your skull makes it hard to focus. You need to crash, and you need to find a safe place to do it fast. Still, even with your head in agony, you can’t just ignore the problem the girl you just saved will have after you leave.

A quick scan of the area shows a store with a small selection of clothes. You hurry past your fans (ha, you have fans!) to the shop. You grab a shirt that should be just her size, if not a bit larger, and let her go into the restroom to change. You’d like to stay more, but the last time you had a headache like the one you were currently suffering from, you had passed out most of the day after about 10 minutes. Time is not on your side.

You throw a $20 bill at the old lady running the register, who’d been staring at you since sometime before you entered. Telling her to keep the change, you sprint out of the building and began racing down the sidewalks looking for somewhere to stay. You eventually find a small, barely clean motel after about 7-8 minutes of running.

You quickly enter, throw down some money, and demanded a room ASAP. The gentleman running the office, who had been thoroughly bored before you arrived, shoved a key towards you and gave you directions. You only just enter the room before the pain in your head begins grows exponentially. A quick locking of the door and you just barely manage to collapse on the bed before losing conscious.

If this experience is anything like your last one, you’ll probably be out for the next 12-16 hours. Joy.