He gave a little shrug, "Pretty much constantly." He knew it was something that would ease in a day or two, especially if he kept hydrated, but that was easy to forget, especially when his sleep and meal schedule was basically 'whenever he got around to it', which he knew didn't help.

He did, however, shift forward to drag a zippered canvas bag with a stamped 'emergency preparedness kit' logo on it, unzipping it to sort through the contents before handing Five two pill bottles, "Painkiller and a caffeine pill, you'll want two of the first one and half of the second, that way you won't actually stay awake, but it'll help the painkiller work faster." He had carefully and meticulously removed any and all of the remaining illicit substances from his room, but he'd kept anything that might have a practical use.

"And if it's been a while since you ate, you should probably eat something, otherwise you'll just get queasy." That one he knew from experience, and while he knew Five didn't like people -namely any of the rest of them- trying to take care of him, and so he hoped that just offering instead of insisting would actually work.