"I'm still not wearing the helmet, but the headache medicine helps plenty." I say, sinking back into the chair. Redheart makes a similar noise, starting to tuck the results of my tests away into one of the drawers. I'd come in for my Monthly, as was decided by Twilight and Celestia for my long-term health. Being a 'Non-Magical' being in a world where Magic was a part of every facet didn't bode well for my personal health, but so far, I was all above board.