[b]May 3[/b]
Day three of the migraine. Pat sat slouched in his seat at the back of the bus, head throbbing. Pat always made an effort to avoid vehicles whenever possible, the constant shaking amplifies his already intense headache while every bump sends a shot of pain through his mind. This was the last place he wanted to be, but today it was a necessary evil. He had an appointment with a new doctor about his migraines, and this appointment was all the way across the city. Pat never owned a car, anyplace he ever wanted to be was within walking distance of his apartment, so the bus was his only option. Pat lifted his head and stared out the window, hoping the gray scenery whipping by his window would be enough to distract him. All Pat remembered of the crash was the squeaking of brakes, then everything went black.

Pat wakes up in a hospital bed. His body aches all over but other than that feels fine. "When I asked you to come to the hospital today, I didn't expect you to do so in an ambulance," a familiar voice says. Pat turns his head and sees a tall, lean, middle aged man in glasses and a lab coat. 
"Doctor Smith," Pat says flatly. "If its all the same to you, I think I'll walk in through the front door next time." 
"You should count yourself lucky that you'll be able to walk out of it. I had you checked over and you've fared nothing worse than a few cuts and bruises. If I was a God fearing man I would call it a miracle. Now, on to the initial reason for our little visit. We studied a blood sample we took and..."

Pat tuned out like he always did when doctors began explaining their product. He was an old fashioned man and their medical mumbo jumbo didn't make a lick of since to him. At the end of the lecture he smiled, took the bottle of baby blue pills he was offered, thanked the doctor, and left. As he walked towards the bus stop, he popped a few of the new pills in his mouth. He knew that the difference between these pills and the last ones probably stopped at the color, but still he always volunteered for whatever new or experimental drug the doctors would give him. He got on the bus and once again headed for the privacy of the back, looking out the window as the rumble of the engine caused his head to throb. In the seat in front of him, he heard a lady start to complain to herself about a headache. He thought nothing of it at the time.

[b]May 4[/b]
It was already past noon by the time Pat finally left his apartment for his daily walk to the park. He had the hardest time getting to sleep the previous night, as soon as he got home he began to feel sick to his stomach. He felt fine in the morning, however, so Pat just wrote it off as his body getting used to his new medication. His migraine was still there, strong as ever, so the pills were, again, not the miracle cure he was looking for. The sidewalk was busier today that usual, which could be accounted for by it being Sunday and it being later than he usually set out. As Pat walked along through the crowd he began to notice a strange pattern. Whenever someone got within a few paces of him, they would noticeably cringe, stop walking, or make some other sign that they were suddenly in pain. Pat knew all the signs that someone was in pain, he learned them so he could supress them in himself, and these people were screaming them. The first few Pat didn't pay much attention two, but after twenty he could no longer deny that it was more than just a coincidence. Still he needed some sort of confirmation, some way to be sure that it wasn't just the new drugs meddling with his mind. He stopped the next person he saw that was in pain, a twenty-something man who had just started cringing and walking slower. "Excuse me, but are you feeling alright? You seem to be in some distress."
"You know, its the darndest thing," the man replied. "But I just got this killer headache a few seconds ago. Just came out of nowhere."
"I see. Well I hope you get over it soon," Pat said hurriedly before walking away. Pat knew that he should feel some kind of horror at the prospect that he was giving headaches to everyone within ten feet of him, or at least some kind of alarm. However his head was still throbbing in the fourth day of his migraine, and the only thought on the situation he could get out of his pain and drug addled mind was a "Isn't this strange." before he pushed it to the back of his mind and carried on with his day. 

May 7
Pat awoke to... nothing. The migraine had ended! Pat gave himself a few minutes to revel in his relief before getting up. According to the doctor, this new stuff would help increase the time between migraines if he kept taking it. Of course, the doctor also said that it would cut the pain level of his migraines drastically, which it didn't, but at this point Pat he might as well give it a try anyways. As he prepared himself a breakfast, he used his newfound clarity to look over the last two days. It was obvious that his presence was suddenly giving people headaches, he had observed the effects for the entirety of both days and had yet to find someone come near home and not be affected. Still, even with a clear head, he had no idea why. With no other option, Pat decided to place the blame on his new medication and left it at that. Pat sighed. He would have to phone doctor Smith about the problems and get his prescription changed back to his old stuff, no use causing problems for others, even if it was for only a few seconds. That call would have to wait until the weekend, however. Doctor Smith hated being called during the week and, with his migraine gone and no need to take more medication, Pat was fine with waiting.

May 10
"Seriously doc its giving other people headaches... I don't care if you think its impossible... well in any case it didn't work and it just about killed me the first day I took it... Glad to hear it... Goodbye." Pat put down his phone, concluding his conversation with Doctor Smith. "Stubborn boy," Pat grumbled to himself as he walked out the door. "What's so strange about an experimental drug causing an unusual side effect? Its experimental after all, he should expect these sort of things." Pat knew he was right, it all coincided too perfectly to be coincidence. The day after he started taking the drug, people start having headaches and the day he stopped, people stopped. Doesn't get simpler than that. Pat walked along the sidewalk, still lost in his thoughts. He see what got him, just felt a sharp pain in his neck, then everything went black.

Pat slowly woke up, vision still blurry from whatever drugs they had given him. Pat slowly sat up, but as he did a searing pain raced through his neck. "I must have been out for a while," Pat thought to himself. "Long enough to get a neck cramp anyways. Now what the heck is going on?" He gave his new surroundings a quick once over. He appeared to be in the back of a van. Several other people were strewn about in various states of consciousness and there was a layer of sand on the floor. Putting together this information, Pat realized he still had no idea what was going on. He turned his head, wincing as another shot of pain raced through his neck, and noticed a young lady sitting against the far wall and looking terrified. 
"Hey miss, do you have any idea what's going on around here?"