"Scara... It HURTS" You shouted in pain, holding your stomach tight hoping that it'll ease your pain.

Scaramouche on the other hand was in the kitchen cooking some warm soup for you to drink. Once he's done, he placed it on a table Infront of you and pats your head.

"I'm going to head out and buy some pain killers for you." He says as he wraps your body with his blanket.

"And buy me pads will you?" You mumbled incoherently, embarrassed that you have to ask him that.

"Sure."