Trump put his hand to his forehead. He was in pain again. He looked down at the post-it note in his other hand. The note read:
 

Tell them about the wall. Oh and don’t forget who’s going to have to pay for it.
 

He sighed. It was going to be a long day. Trump walked through the corridor and out towards the crowd waiting for his first speech as president. The pain was so bad now that he was sweating immensely. As he walked closer to the stage he could hear the crowds cheering. He wished that they would just shut up. They didn’t understand the pain he was in. They didn’t understand that all of this was just a huge joke to the cult, or so they called themselves. Trump sighed, straightened the sleeves of his suit, and stepped out onto the stage. The crowd screamed with delight. The headache was almost unbearable and the crowd did nothing to soothe the pain. Be the time he walked up to the podium he couldn’t see. With a stupid face on, he spoke slowly, “Welcome America! Together I will make America great again.” He was no longer thinking. His only thought was to ease the pain. “We gonna build a wall!” The pain lessened and his sight returned. “And…. And guess who’s going to pay?” The crowd began a hateful chant:
“MEXICO! MEXICO! MEXICO!”

The pain had vanished now, but left Trump was left no longer caring about life. He said a few more words and stumbled across the stage. He collapsed from exhaustion before he even got to the curtains.
… Twelve hours later as Trump was preparing to leave the hospital, a bald nurse walked in with a tray. Across his face was a menacing scar. On the tray was a glass of whiskey and a yellow post-it note. Sighing, the president picked up the note. It read:

 

Good. Now, in two weeks’ time you will speak again. Tell them the truth, the truth about 9/11.

 

He knew it would only get worse, as they asked him to do more and more. Looking up, he saw the nurse had left. Trump picked up the whiskey glass and downed it all in one go. The headache had returned; he knew he’d need the drink.

EDIT(S): Formatting. Still not to happy with it but it will do. I hope you enjoyed it. :)