The headache raged on even as he slept. He could feel the flares of pain coursing through his head every five seconds. He honestly thought his head was about to explode. Lucas had never had a migraine as bad as his current one. Waking up, he felt, was a terrible alternative that would take the pain to a whole new level. He'd have to be hospitalized or something.<br/><br/>Although he tried his best to stay calm and immobile, he knew he was moving around on the operating table, trying to find a comfortable position that would turn his mind away from the stabbing ache.<br/><br/>Just then, Lucas was shaken awake. Was someone dying? Was someone raiding the headquarters? Lucas would have surely died if it had been the latter. He doubted he could even walk four steps without collapsing.<br/><br/>"I have some good news! My operation worked!" he heard. Turning his head towards the sound of the voice, he realized his vision was blurred. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, but he finally saw Dan standing there all proud and smiling.<br/><br/>"Agh," Lucas tried to begin, but it ended up with him putting his fingers against the side of his forehead. "That's...great..." he managed to get out. He was glad that two of the four chips worked so far, but the pain really overpowered much of his thoughts. "Now...do you mind?" he asked Dan, looking at the door. "I'd really love to talk to all three of you, but I desperately need some sleep. God, I feel like I'm going to die or something."<br/><br/>It was true.<span style="font-style: italic">Did thinking too much cause this?</span>he wondered. Maybe he was too anxious and excited that he was mentally exhausted, thus somehow affecting the chip. Ugh. He could think about that later. If there was a later.